Seeing that Jing Ziyu was angry, Xiang Gaoyuan couldn't say anything to persuade him. He stood to the side obediently. In any case, it wasn't his Xingfeng Chamber of Commerce who was injured, so he was very calm.
"Vice President Xiang, treat them first. I'll settle this score with the pillheart Pavilion one day." Jing Ziyu gritted his teeth and finally suppressed his anger.
"Young master Jing, I ... I'm afraid that this will be a little difficult. I've already asked many spirit alchemists to take a look at them. Their injuries are too severe and can't be treated. Even if they are cured, it will be difficult for them to recover their strength in the future." Xiang Gaoyuan was calm, but he pretended to be sad and sympathetic.
"What?" Jing Ziyu suddenly had a headache. These guards had been trained by the Jing clan with a lot of resources. If their cultivation was completely destroyed, how would he explain it to his family when he returned?
