Those disciples did not fix their gaze upon Cheng Guang.
They still directed their eyes toward the distance at Huashan Sword Sect.
As they looked at the ruins of the Huashan Sword Sect, they seemed to get lost in thought, the color of death in their eyes visibly deepening.
Cheng Guang walked along the mountain path, observing the disciples of the Huashan Sword Sect, his brows slowly furrowing again.
"These disciples of the Huashan Sword Sect survived, they did not die, but were contaminated by the evil aura."
"Their minds were mostly dominated by the evil."
"Logically, they should be in a state of madness or irritability, regardless of what the condition is, it definitely should not be this calm."
"Is there something in the depths of the Huashan Sword Sect that keeps attracting them to look towards its depths?"
Cheng Guang murmured doubtfully to himself.
