At the edge of the shattered array, more than thirty disciples of the Qing Shui Gate watched, hesitating to intervene as Lu Bei and Fox San divided the spoils.
Zhao Xiayang, the sect leader, had died. They were cold and ruthless towards him, holding several grudges. But witnessing this scene, they still felt some sorrow.
Avenging him was impossible; they didn't have the strength to act recklessly.
Suppressing their complex emotions, they could only wonder, was there still a chance to report Zhao Xiayang's crime?
Fox San held no good feelings for these people. He gathered Chu He's remains and began to look up at the sky, sighing deeply.
People aren't unfeeling, even the Xuanyin Department, where the mission is always put above their teammates and companions, wouldn't manage to numb themselves completely.
