Chen Ye hunched his back, mingling with the crowd as he slowly walked out with his three disciples.
The black-robed Cultivator scanned the crowd below coldly, his gaze briefly pausing on the camp's corpses and some injured Cultivators before nodding slightly and saying:
"The Holy Sect is merciful. Those who are injured may stay behind to recuperate."
Upon hearing this, a small commotion arose among the crowd.
A few Loose Cultivators, injured from last night's Magical Battle and knowing that entering the Celestial Abyss would be a dead end, felt a glimmer of hope in their eyes.
Rather than entering the Celestial Abyss to die, it was better to stay at the camp.
As long as they could stay alive, there would be a chance for a comeback.
They supported each other, limping out of the crowd, and continuously knelt to bow:
"Thank you, Sir! Thank you for the Holy Sect's kindness!"
A cruel smile curled under the cloak of the black-robed Cultivator.
