"Master, must we leave?" Second Peak's Yu Gui wept as she kept looking back at where they came from.
At this time in the originally peaceful and tranquil bamboo forest, the sounds of killing threatened to shake the heavens.
The 200 disciples felt as if their hearts were tormented by raging flames, their eyes brimming with tears and hatred.
"Let's go!!" Yang Xirong hardened her heart and looked the other way, rushing into the ancestral hall with the 200 disciples. If she had known before this crisis that the sect had such a special passage, she would've brought the child along to flee together. But now, the child was alone, all on her own. Her heart ached just thinking about it…
"Second Aunt-Master!" Chen Hanzi bit her bottom lip as she choked with sobs.
