The Dao Lineages were a mixed lot, so they felt little affinity for one another. Zhao Xixun's offhand guess was not without reason.
By the common wisdom of the immortal path, were the cultivators of their Zheng Kingdom any different? They belonged to the same side, but one was from Rain Xiang Mountain and another from the Threefold Way. Though they would hardly stab each other in the back or turn hostile, if something unexpected happened, most would naturally fight their own battles.
Fortunately, it was only a passing remark, and none of them intended to discuss it further.
On the way back, the three looked down at scattered patches of blood soaking into the ground, glaringly conspicuous against the vast expanse of white.
While the Foundation Establishment cultivators had fought their heated battles, the soldiers defending the walls and the Wu Soldiers and monks below had not been idle either. From what they could see, casualties were fortunately light—or rather, many had been wounded, but few had died on the spot.
After all, they had cultivation, Magic Power, and Pills. As long as someone still had a breath left, they could usually be saved.
"But..."
Zhao Xixun noticed a few clues and said:
"Isn't the scale of this a little too large?"
As True Person Xuan Yi's personal disciple, she had done plenty of preparation before coming. After all, she wanted to earn military merit on the battlefield, not throw her life away. On the journey, she had naturally pestered her master with pleas and learned a great deal about the situation.
If her master's description was accurate, the previous fighting, which could only be called dragging their feet on the job, had probably been barely a tenth or a fifth of today's scale.
After all, their lives were