Even if some earth-shattering upheaval really occurred, that would be the sect's concern. I only need to preserve my own life.
With my current strength and the Immortal Mansion in hand, where couldn't I settle down?
At that thought, Liu Yu smiled faintly.
Then he looked toward the approaching Leng Yuexin, his expression turning serious as he began asking about casualties.
"Reporting to Senior Brother Qing Yang, nineteen Qi Refining Cultivators in our force died in this battle, and thirty-two suffered minor or serious injuries."
"Among the sect's disciples, three died."
"As for our fellow Foundation Establishment cultivators, none died, though several sustained injuries of varying severity."
Leng Yuexin cupped her hands and reported everything in full.
Although other cultivators had always shunned her because she practiced a demonic cultivation art, her disposition was not extreme.
Her relations with other cultivators were rather cold, but ordinary communication posed no problem.
With her considerable strength and her status as a disciple of the Primordial Yang Sect, few cultivators would provoke her.
Thus, she handled various matters quite well.
"Mm."
Liu Yu nodded lightly, then asked about some specific details.
Although he rarely intervened in the actual command, he still needed to know what he ought to know. Otherwise, lacking crucial information, he might be deceived by his subordinates.
A thousand-mile dike could collapse because of an anthill. He could not neglect precautions in this regard.
Thus, whenever Liu Yu summoned Jiang Qiushui, Leng Yuexin, or the others, he would ask about the specifics to gain a detailed understanding of the force's situation.
Casualties of this degree were within his expectations. He was neither surprised nor unable to accept them.
After all, the White Cloud Temple Cultivators were not weak, and they had fought desperately under the threat of death. Even with