"Pull yourselves together!!!"
After speaking, True Lord Cold Plum saw that everyone still looked listless and gave a sharp reprimand.
Guo Poyun, Liao Yunxi, and the others snapped out of their daze and raised their heads. Their eyes finally brightened a little as they temporarily shook off their despondency.
Only then did True Lord Cold Plum nod lightly and turn toward the Purple Turban Army cultivators.
"Thank you, Senior Cold Plum, and all our fellow cultivators, for coming to our rescue. We are eternally grateful!"
"We feel deeply guilty over Senior Qingshui's death, and deeply regret his loss."
"If you ever need us in the future, we will brave boiling water and raging fire without hesitation!"
Xu Haoran and the other Purple Turban Army cultivators cupped their hands as they spoke.
The rescue was complete. The Cloth-Clad Alliance cultivators needed to return to Jiang Province, while they needed to find their organization.
Naturally, they would go their separate ways next.
"Fellow cultivators, we will meet again someday."
"As long as we continue unwaveringly along this road, the day of our reunion will come."
"With the same aspirations binding us, I believe that day will not be far off!"
While True Lord Cold Plum continued contacting the Cloth-Clad Alliance, Liu Yu stepped forward and cupped his hands, his expression solemn and serious.
At a time like this, a tone of polite pleasantries was naturally inappropriate. He had to be earnest and serious.
"We look forward to that day. Hopefully, it will not be long."
"Senior Cold Plum, Fellow Daoist Ancient City, and all our fellow cultivators."
"We shall take our leave!"
As Xu Haoran finished speaking, all eleven surviving Purple Turban Army cultivators nodded firmly and cupped their hands.
Only then did they turn and walk out of the cave.
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