Zhu Yu watched from behind, her heart racing. She saw several more children emerge, all wearing the robes of the children at the Great Priest Mansion, stubbornly stepping forward to block and prevent the Protectors from disturbing the High Priest's secluded cultivation.
The Protectors showed no mercy, beating them up as soon as they saw one.
Although the children of the Great Priest Mansion had the advantage in numbers, their frail bodies were not those of trained fighters. They relied solely on brute force to block the way, and the result was predictable. Even with more people, they could only hold off for a moment before succumbing to the brute force of these burly men, scattered and defeated.
Zhu Yu glanced at Lu Qing, who, from her gaze, seemed to guess her doubts. He shook his head slightly as an answer.
