Not Much, Just Half

Even though the losses for Glory Sect this time round were considerable, they were still much better than Jiuxiao Sect. Jiuxiao Sect’s state was akin to having the entire sect destroyed entirely.

Grandmaster? Dead.

Senior Elders? Dead.

All of their strongest powerhouses were all dead. The burden on Xinfeng’s shoulders would be really heavy from now on.

As brothers, they had to help as much as they could. And even if they couldn’t, they still had to find a way to help out of their own losses.

Presently at the Grandmaster’s Peak, some of the Senior Elders of Glory Sect gathered with grim looks on their faces. They were supposed to be beings in a state where nothing much could affect their moods. But the events this time round had shattered even those steely hearts of theirs.