Candidate Selection and Crisis

Especially, Ye Bai, had become the spiritual pillar and idol of the sect’s disciples. As for the elders, they were not as free.

At this moment, all the elders of the Heavenly Sword Sect had gathered in the main hall of the peak. Sect Master Lu Yuan sat at the head, his face filled with joy.

“Alright, now let us assess the losses from this incident.”

Lu Yuan’s gaze fell upon Elder Shuiyue, signaling that he may begin.

Elder Shuiyue stood up. She first bowed to Lu Yuan, and then turned to face the other elders with a serious expression.

The perceptive elders sensed that something was about to happen, and one by one, their smiles faded away.

Indeed, the first sentence uttered by Elder Shuiyue immediately darkened the expressions of the elders.

“Although our Heavenly Sword Sect was fortunate enough to escape calamity this time, losses were inevitable. According to the statistics, a total of 132 disciples fled from our sect today.”