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An hour later, after this period of regulating his breathing and recovering, Ye Yun finally came around, regaining a little less than half of his physical strength and true qi.

Ye Yun opened his eyes and slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air. After battle upon battle, although some of his physical strength and true qi had recovered, the mental exhaustion was not something that could be restored in a short while.

Looking at the battlefield before him, a trace of doubt rose in his heart. Other than the Body Tempering martial artists he had killed—

According to Liu Laosan, there should have been several Qi Refining Realm martial artists in Clearwind Stronghold, along with some ordinary people.

Such a huge commotion had occurred here, so why had no one come to investigate? While recovering just now, he had kept a thread of awareness on guard against the surroundings, yet there had not been the slightest movement.

Filled with doubt, Ye Yun cautiously made his way toward the houses on the other side, where he had not yet gone.

Upon arriving at those houses, he pushed open one door after another. Every room was empty, containing nothing but a complete mess.

After searching every house in this area, Ye Yun finally discovered a group of women in a room at the southwestern corner.

Inside the room was a group of women in tattered clothes, their faces yellow and emaciated, their eyes lifeless, their bodies bound in chains.

There was no need to guess. They had surely been women snatched back by the bandits of Clearwind Stronghold during their raids down the mountain.

Looking at these women who had been ravaged by the bandits until they scarcely looked human, Ye Yun's eyes blazed with fury.

If he were given another chance,