The Emperor Academy cultivators didn't need to be told twice or given further encouragement. They moved with frantic urgency.
They quickly gathered their unconscious companions from where they had fallen, including Wei Chen's limp form.
They formed a hasty retreat formation that prioritized speed over dignity and fled from the clearing as fast as their cultivation levels allowed. Their movements were panicked and disorganized.
Within just a few minutes, they had vanished completely into the dense forest. The sounds of their retreat faded into the distance until silence returned.
Arthur turned his attention back to the monument standing before him.
The Great Emperor Pavilion disciples remained exactly where they were, all still kneeling respectfully.
Liang Xiuying held her injured side with one hand, wincing slightly from the pain, but her eyes never left Arthur's form. Her gaze was filled with reverence and hope.
