Zhao Luo's announcement fell on the disciple's ears like thunder. Smiles started to merge on their exhausted faces.
Wu Yang and the others gathered around Zhao Luo.
The disciples were helping the dwarfs who had scattered around the battlefield and bringing them together as they slowly moved towards the middle.
That is where Zhao Luo was.
After a while, the disciples were standing behind Zhao Luo in three rows.
"Are you all okay?"
Zhao Luo asked the dwarves that were standing in front of him. There were around 300 or so dwarfs that Zhao Luo and the other disciples had saved from the monwolfs.
'tap, tap.'
Instead of hearing the answer, Zhao Luo could hear light stepping sounds moving towards him.
Two dwarves were coming to the front from among the 300 dwarfs.
"Paying respect to the savior."
The two dwarfs bowed to Zhao Luo.
The moment they bowed, the three hundred dwarfs behind him also bowed.
