Perhaps it was the sadness of the atmosphere that caused tears to well up on Daoist Chanyu's face. "Baibai, Master, you never thought that one day you would have to see someone die. And all my fellow disciples, I'm too late..."
Not only Yan Baibai and the others, but even the mortals who were knocked to the ground while watching the excitement were staring in amazement at the immortal crying sadly in the air. Some of them who were easily moved to tears had already begun to wipe away their tears secretly.
In an instant, an atmosphere of sadness spread in the air.
Yan Baibai looked around awkwardly, only to realize that he was not the only one feeling awkward, but also all the monks around him and in the library.
"Excuse me, the one wearing the yellow robe is my father. I'm sorry to have embarrassed you all." A little girl in a yellow skirt and twin buns smiled awkwardly at everyone: "My name is Su Lingling, the eldest daughter of the Five Finger Mountain sect."
"The one crying louder than your father is my master." A slightly plump monk in a green robe continued, "My name is Zhang Ximing, and I'm a disciple of the Tianshi Dao."
"Ahem, my uncle-shi has always presented herself as a cool and aloof immortal. She was very strict when she trained us. I never thought she cared so much about us." Five or six young men in white robes stood together, looking very attractive. They were obviously from the same sect. One of them, who was obviously the leader, continued, "My name is Huang Nianrong. We are all disciples of the Hehuan Sect."
"The one holding the big knife is my master." Yan Baibai had to introduce his master, then pointed to his teammates and continued, "I am Yan Baibai, and we are disciples of the Yanjian Sect."
"So you are all elite disciples from major sects. No wonder you are so young and have such high cultivation levels. We were able to escape from such a huge fire. Thank you so much." This time it was Yang Jin who spoke. He then pointed to the cultivators around him and said, "We are all independent cultivators. We don't have anything valuable to express our gratitude."
Yang Jin's last words were mainly directed at Yan Baibai. He then took out a dusty storage bag from his arms and continued, "This is all our belongings over the years. It's just a small token of our appreciation."
"No need to be so polite. I rushed into the fire only for my fellow disciples. We are all in this together." Yan Baibai said, using his spiritual power to control the storage ring to fly into Yang Jin's sleeve. Seeing Yan Baibai's firm attitude, several people bowed to everyone again without saying anything more.
"We at Wuzhishan will definitely investigate this matter thoroughly and give everyone an explanation. Please rest assured." At this time, Su Lingling spoke.
"Lingling, my poor daughter, her body was burned so badly that even her bones could not be found..." A huge and sorrowful cry was heard outside the house again.
Everyone: ...
Everyone's attention returned to the outside of the restaurant. In the time it took for everyone to introduce themselves to each other, several Divine Transformation cultivators outside had already moved the mountain of ruins up, but not a single corpse was found underground.
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