Zhao Rong certainly wouldn't refuse, smiling, he said,
"Huashan's aura is exquisite, and I've long yearned to experience it, so I will take up your offer."
They exchanged a few words, some disciples from both sects were tending to their wounds, others were handling the corpses, and some were discussing the dangers they had just faced, feeling lucky to have survived.
Of course...
From time to time, glances would stray towards the young Sect Leader of the Hengshan Sect; that was inevitable.
"Cui Baigen and Zhu Wubing… both brothers are dead…" Ning Zhongze sighed deeply, "Give them a proper burial."
Despite having the advantage of fighting on their own ground, the Huashan Sect still suffered many injuries and lost four people, including two newly admitted disciples.
On the Hengshan Sect side, seven people formed a battle formation, with Cheng Mingyi and Xiang Da'nan flanking it. Their swordsmanship was no less impressive than the black-clad experts from Songshan.
