Wang Zijia floated in the air, gaze sweeping over the crowd indifferently. "Don't worry about me," he said. "That disciple hasn't died yet. Find out what you can."
"Thank you, Martial Uncle!" The disciples from the enforcement team who had come to support him, their faces lighting up with joy, reverently replied.
Wang Zijia surveyed the crowd and the surroundings. "Be careful in the next couple of days while enforcing the laws. The Outer Sect's branches may be unstable."
The disciples looked surprised. The reinforcements thanked him again, with a bow. "We understand, thank you for your concern, Martial Uncle."
Wang Zijia ignored the crowd and continued towards White Peach Peak.
On the way, he noticed that nearly all of the Outer Sect Enforcement Team had assembled, and even the Inner Door Enforcement Team had transferred a considerable number of people to provide assistance.
They were apprehending disciples in the various branches.
