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Three days later, at the Ancestral Hall.
An Expanded Meeting was underway. Thirty or forty people filled the hall, including nearly everyone at Soul Saint rank or above and the leading figures of each family in the village.
Chen Yu sat in the seat of honor, his face cold as frost. In a hoarse voice, he said, "Let's discuss what happened this time."
Everyone fell silent, their faces heavy with grief. Some were filled with sorrow and indignation beyond words.
When the Soul Masters who had gone on the expedition returned to Chenlin Village the afternoon before last, their hearts burning with anxiety, they could not accept what lay before their eyes, even though they had already learned that a terrible upheaval had struck the village.
Chen Wenchao's actions had confirmed as much: he had returned with the news and taken Ye Xiuxin and Zhu Hanshu away ahead of the others.
The once peaceful, tranquil village was now battered and ruined, its wounds visible everywhere.
Faced with such devastation, the returning Soul Masters were filled with anger and sorrow.
They walked silently through the village, looking at familiar faces that had become strange and cold, their hearts wracked by wave after wave of pain.
Over the past two days, the returning Soul Masters had set aside their grief and begun actively organizing rescue and reconstruction efforts.
Some carried bodies, some treated the wounded, and others helped the villagers build temporary shelters.
The village's other Soul Masters also joined the rescue efforts. They used their cultivation to help injured villagers recover their strength and searched for remains among the houses destroyed by the flood, doing everything they could to help Chenlin Village rebuild its home.
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