A Fine Line

Xu Jing said with a sigh, "It was to preserve our lives." He made a gesture.

A few young disciples ran out of the Hall of Great Strength. They soon returned with several stretchers which carried the bodies of the dead. Judging from their outfits, they must have been core disciples of the Heaven Choice Temple. They might even be elders.

Xu Jing pointed at the corpses and said, "The Heaven Choice Temple's Discipline Hall's First Seat, Kong Liao, and the Scripture Hall's First Seat, Kong Jian. Eight Attendants of the Supervision Court and the Twelve Temple Seats. They were all killed by the Temple of Great Emptiness' Four Divine Monks."

There were not many corpses that were brought into the hall, and yet, Xu Jing listed so many names. When he spoke, his expression was calm as though he was already used to dealing with deaths.