"Thank you for your trouble, sect master Ling." The old man said respectfully. Then, he led his subordinates out like stray dogs, not even caring about the sect master who was lying on the ground.
"Wait, are these people waiting for me to collect their corpses?" Feng Yuanqing pointed at du Yiwen and the others who were lying on the ground.
"Yes, yes, sect leader Feng. We'll bring them away now." The old man only wanted to leave this place as soon as possible, so he randomly picked a few young disciples and dragged du Yiwen and the others out like they were dead dogs.
Within a thousand-mile radius of the clear wind sect, du Yiwen could be considered a formidable person with his strength, schemes, and means. However, he ended up like this, which made people feel a little emotional. However, no one had any sympathy for him. This time, if it was not for the help of Ling Chuxi and the others, the clear wind sect's fate would have been even more miserable than theirs.
