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Bai Xiaodie then spoke in a light voice, "There's another who encountered danger in the ancestral lands and has died within."
"Died within the ancestral lands?"
The three Loose Cultivators glanced at where the secret realm's entrance had been in the ancestral lands, nodded, and said, "What a pity indeed."
"Let's go!"
"There isn't much of value left to take from these small clans."
"Back to the stronghold!"
"Some treasures, we will need to further ascertain their utility!"
In the end, having pocketed all the treasures, the three Loose Cultivators no longer spared a glance at the ashen-faced clanspeople; they transformed into three beams of escape light, flying toward Wan Ya Mountain.
Having obtained what they had hoped for, they were satisfied and departed.
The welfare of the clan members was of no concern to them at all anymore.
