Duan Rong, Xiao Yu, and Ximen Kankan walked back to the main road.
Duan Rong's gaze swept over the few figures on the main road; the sect envoys were all present.
Duan Rong's eyes involuntarily fell on Lv Qingzhu. Sensing Duan Rong's gaze, Lv Qingzhu furrowed her brow, her face icy cold.
It was as if Duan Rong had been pricked; he immediately averted his eyes...
Everyone present looked exhausted, and many were wounded.
Zhu Qunxiang said, "I know you all just went through a fierce battle and are very tired! But we must now clean up the battlefield and check the forest for any surviving comrades."
"For those of us from the Taiyi Sect, whether alive or dead, we need to find them! Otherwise, it will be hard for us to account."
"My suggestion is that we act together. After all, there might still be remnants of the foul-blooded ones lurking in the forest, and acting alone could be dangerous."
"Do any of you have objections?"
