Others were unaware, but upon hearing Daoist Changmin's words, Thirteen seemed to realize something.
His eyes went wide with shock, and he looked at Jiangli and Xia Xin with disbelief. Without a second thought, he turned and sprinted towards the main hall.
The elder disciples had no idea what had happened. Seeing Daoist Changmin's sorry state, they couldn't help but ask, "Changmin, what on earth happened to you all?"
Beads of cold sweat layered Daoist Changmin's face, rolling down his cheeks and into the collar of his robe without cease.
He shook his head weakly, not having the strength to clarify what had happened. After enduring for a good while, he finally managed to squeeze out a few words, "Don't, don't fight..."
The elder disciple, who had intended to come over and demand an explanation, became even more confused upon hearing him.
But Daoist Changmin had seen clearly, they were no match for Jiangli.
