A single breath after the formation shattered completely, he had already become a streak of escape light, fleeing in the opposite direction from Liu Yu, Cao Yuanwu, and the others at a speed far beyond that of a Foundation Establishment cultivator.
Only five Foundation Establishment cultivators and over forty Qi Refining disciples of White Cloud Temple remained in the Spirit Herb Garden.
Their faces were blank with shock; they had yet to grasp what had happened.
As he sped away, Song Haocang saw that no cultivators were pursuing him, and his heart finally settled somewhat.
He began to spare some thought for what came next.
No.
I can't return to the temple just like this.
If any fellow disciples escape by chance, won't I be charged with deserting in battle and abandoning them?
Once the sect finds out, my cultivation will be crippled at best. At worst, I'll be executed outright!
That's right. I can't simply leave.
A vicious gleam flashed in Song Haocang's eyes. He turned his escape light toward a main route leading to the sect's gates, intending to tie up the loose ends of this incident.
The joy of surviving disaster completely overwhelmed his guilt and remorse.
Immortal Palace City was already an "isolated city." Even if fellow disciples escaped with their lives, they could not enter it to deliver the news.
As long as he guarded the main route to the sect and silenced any fellow disciples who might escape, no one would ever learn what he had done.
After today, he would remain an admired, prominent figure within the temple. He might even receive special cultivation support and have a chance to become a Golden Core prospect.
I don't want to do this either, but I have no choice.
Don't hate me.
Song Haocang consoled