Only then did Xiong Yi suddenly notice something strange in Xiao Hua's tone. Startled, he hurriedly dropped to his knees. "Master, this disciple has failed your trust! Nearly half of the Creation Sect disciples were lost. This disciple has let you down!"
Xiao Hua flicked his sleeve and would not let Xiong Yi kneel. He merely said indifferently, "That matter has already passed. I had no intention of blaming you over it. Although more than half of our Creation Sect disciples were lost, Biqingyu's Demon Race was almost completely wiped out, and Zheqiong Ridge and Ancient Bell Mountain have fallen into the hands of our Creation Sect. The vengeance of those disciples has already been exacted!"
Yet Xiong Yi still did not dare rise. Lowering his head, he said, "Master, this disciple knows that you blame me for treating the lives of the Soaring Dragon Mountain Range disciples as nothing. In truth, this disciple had wished to come to Biqingyu alone that day. But I knew that with my own strength, it would be all but impossible to rescue Master. Only by relying on the strength of the Soaring Dragon Mountain Range disciples could there be the slightest hope of saving Master. Of course, even if we rescued Master, the lives of those tens of thousands of disciples would inevitably have been left behind in Biqingyu! But this disciple made it clear to Master long ago: this disciple is not a good teacher, but I am absolutely a good state preceptor! This disciple would rather bear curses than fail to rescue Master! After all, Master's life is worth more than the lives of tens of thousands of Soaring Dragon Mountain Range disciples! With Master, we could build another Soaring Dragon Mountain Range, even two or three more. But without Master,