Saintess Shen Yufeng made a count of the survivors. Out of some five hundred cultivators, there were some three hundred survivors.
She shook her head as she said to the rest of her peers, "The price for entering this ancient celestial ruin is too heavy. At most we can only make three divine swords of doubtful quality and thirty precious swords. It is not worth it."
Feng Xiaoxiao smiled weakly, "At least we may have a chance of obtaining three divine swords for our celestial clan. No matter, it is still a worthwhile price to pay."
Tang Xuefeng muttered, "This comes at the loss of lives for so many of our protégé sisters as well as the other cultivators."
Feng Xiaoxiao said quietly, "I feel the pain too but without these precious swords and divine swords, we will be at a great disadvantage once the battle starts."
