"T-This is the Flying Sword Sect…?" Yuan stood before where the sect should have been located with a clear look of disbelief on his face.
However, the Flying Sword Sect was nowhere to be seen. Instead, destroyed buildings and dried blood scattered the place.
"The scenery is what it would look like after a long and brutal war had just finished…" Yuan mumbled in a low voice.
"Thousands of lives perished here for what? What does the Blood Sect achieve by doing this horrible thing? It won't bring back their Sect Master's dead son."
"Unfortunately, this is the harsh reality of the cultivation world— the real cultivation world, where people do unreasonable things, and there's nothing we can do about it." Xiao Hua sighed.
"..."
After a moment of silence, Yuan said, "Let's take a look around this place."
"Are you sure, Brother Yuan? There will be a lot of blood and corpses. It won't be a pretty sight."
