Many people took out talismans to try if they could ignite them with their spiritual powers. Gradually, the talismans in some of the people hands lit up dimly. Hearing the question, they answered, "Two-tenth is back for me."

"One-tenth for me…"

"They're recovering so slowly!"

When they set off, they all thought that compared to the siege at Burial Mound thirteen years ago, this one would definitely be more successful, so grand and tragic that it'd be recorded in history. Yet, nobody expected that the number of people who went down the mountain was almost the same as the number who went up. The second 'siege' could indeed be recorded in history. However, instead of being its scale or number of deaths, it'd be because it was the most pointless, laughable event of the cultivation world.

Some of the people rejoiced that they escaped death, others lamented about the changing of times. The dozens of sect leaders all gathered together. After some discussion, they agreed to first find a safe place to rest until their spiritual powers had recovered up to eight-tenths so that no more incidents happened on their way back.

Wei WuXian knew at once. The closest 'safe place' to Yiling was