It was time to take stock of the losses.
After Zhao Wan entered the courtyard, Wang Ping looked up at the sky again. The dust kicked up from the chaotic ground had polluted much of it. He pointed a finger, and all the dust, along with the Spiritual Creatures from the Inspiration Realm, vanished. Once the sky was clear, a few rays of sunlight immediately broke through, illuminating Qianmu Mountain and Zhonghui City.
"Tell me, what are our losses?"
"Yes..."
Zhao Wan spoke with his head lowered, seeming even more cautious and careful than before. The dazzling lights that had filled the sky and the arrival of more than ten Second Realm Cultivators had made him fully understand the power and authority of the grand-master before him. All other thoughts had vanished from his mind; he now only hoped to rely on his grand-master to also reach the Second Realm within his lifetime.
