Xue Ying was inwardly disturbed. He found these World Deity seniors he had to be quite pitiful, since not even Deities could not enter the material world, much less World Deities.
"We’re nothing but thankful to our teacher though," the thick-robed teenager said. "Back in that battle, even the sacred master himself died. Can you imagine how dangerous of a situation that was? But teacher, for the sake of ensuring his treasure did not end up in the hands of the enemies, or, rather wishing we would not end up in their hands, threw down Crimson Rock Mountain into the material world. It was his action that gave us a lucky chance at survival."
"Mn." The scarlet-cloaked young man nodded. "If not for him, we would have long since died."
If even a powerful existence had died, it was clear that they, as that existences’ disciples, would certainly end up as mere numbers in the casualty count.
