Senior Brother and several junior uncles still reached Master before Qin Fang did.
Senior Brother supported Master and asked softly, "How are you?"
Master's face was pale. He let out a soft breath and gently shook his head. "It's nothing."
"Master—"
Qin Fang also flew over, worry written across his face.
Master looked at Qin Fang, then smiled gently. "I'm fine."
He closed his eyes to steady himself before saying, "Senior Brother, what are the sect's casualties?"
Xuan Qiong's face was deathly pale. He too had suffered severe injuries in the battle just now. At those words, he looked toward Hundred Rivers Square in the distance before finally saying in a low voice, "The Seventh Realm was even stronger than we imagined—but it's fine. The grand formation was not broken. The disciples suffered, at most, some minor injuries. There is no great harm."
Yue Guiyuan let out a long breath and nodded gently.
"Let's go down first—Ling Xiao, go arrange the rescue efforts."
Senior Brother looked at Han Lingxiao, whose face was likewise somewhat pale.
Uncle Han gave a slight nod, looked once more at Master, then turned and flew away.
The others flew directly to Master's place of secluded cultivation.
Qin Fang was worried about Master as well, so naturally he followed.
Only after everyone had taken their seats did Master let out a soft breath and slowly say, "Blood River Patriarch was in the Blood River, tens of thousands of miles away, yet he still received word and came specifically for this—someone must have deliberately informed him."
Senior Brother had clearly thought of this as well. His expression was ugly as he nodded lightly. "The eight sects do not wish to see our sect rise. It is hardly surprising that they would lure a powerful enemy here to