"The losses in this battle will be borne entirely by our sect. We must also announce this matter to the world, so everyone understands that the Devil Race has not been eradicated. They must not forget the pain once their scars have healed. They must always keep their hearts set on growing stronger and cultivating diligently!
"Only when we ourselves are strong can we cut down whatever demons and monsters come our way—one after another!"
Wei Zhongran picked up the conversation. He addressed the matter of compensation directly, while also making the Wangliang Sect's stance clear.
No one should assume that the Wangliang Sect had brought this upon them. As long as the Devil Race existed, it would seize any opportunity to stage a comeback.
"Amitabha. As for the losses this time, although the enemy laid its ambush during our two fellow Daoists' Nascent Soul Formation ceremony, most of the traitors were cultivators from the South Sea.
"This humble monk believes that the Taixuan Sect must provide all the compensation owed to the various sects. I imagine the Ten-Step Academy will have no objections to this either!"
A trace of ruthlessness flashed deep in Arhat Yiye's eyes. Four Buddhist masters had died at once, and several others had been gravely injured. His heart ached terribly over those losses.
He was deeply dissatisfied that, after the decisive battle at Yinmo Cliff, the Taixuan Sect had refrained from ruthlessly eliminating those under suspicion in order to preserve its strength.
They could surmise that Hang Lin alone had led this affair; otherwise, the Taixuan Sect would not have refused to come to his aid.
But how could they let the matter end there? They had to make the Taixuan Sect pay a heavy price and produce evidence proving its innocence.
Besides, when Yu