Each time a name was called out, someone in the crowd would look crestfallen.
Most of the names were not unfamiliar to Chen Qing. They belonged to faces he had often seen while cultivating on Xu Wang Mountain. While they hadn't been close, he recognized them.
He even remembered one of them clearly. When Chen Qing had just become a True Successor Candidate, the man had come to congratulate him along with other disciples, even bringing a gift.
Deng Ziheng nodded slightly, his expression placid. A veteran of the Jianghu like him had weathered too many storms. While not numb to life and death, he had long learned to face it with composure and not wallow in grief.
Chen Qing took a deep breath. "The injured disciples should meditate and recover as quickly as possible. We can't stay here long. There's no telling if the Demon Sect has other plans in store. We must leave immediately and head for Dongji City."
He Shuang, Luo Qianjue, and the others answered in unison, "Yes!"
