"Holy Lord, just now, three of our core disciples and dozens of inner sect disciples who had gone to Wind Fall Valley all perished..."
The disciple in the purple robe spoke solemnly. As these words were uttered, the expressions of the many elders in the great hall abruptly changed.
"What? So many disciples lost?"
Currently, with the assistance of the secret land left behind by the God Demon Sect, the number of core disciples of the Great Mystery Sacred Sect had more than doubled. However, each core disciple was still highly valued. Normally, even losing one would be a cause for great distress, let alone the sudden loss of three core disciples and dozens of inner sect disciples. These disciples were the future pillars of the Great Mystery Sacred Sect.
"Wind Fall Valley... That's within our Great Mystery Sacred Sect's territory. How dare anyone from the outside attack our disciples within our own borders? Do they want to die?"
