Didn't cause much damage?
Hearing Huo Qingkong's melancholic soliloquy, Li Chengyi's heart skipped a beat, and he rapidly spun his thoughts.
At times like this, to quickly gloss over such matters, the best method was...
"Indeed, just when you went berserk before, the innocent disciples you injured were at least sixty or seventy!"
He pointed to what was now merely thirty-something people left at the Faceless Sword Sect's base.
"See that? That's the damage you caused from the explosion before. The Sword Sect should have had more than a hundred people originally, but now... only this many are left..."
Li Chengyi's expression turned somber.
"...It's my fault," Huo Qingkong fell silent, then sighed again. "If I have a chance, I would like to use the rest of my time to gradually make amends for the mistakes I've made."
