Baffled alarm rippled through the Nirvana disciples, they didn’t understand why the treasured sword was leaving them either. Zhou Wumie was already at the end of his tether, they couldn’t allow anything to happen to him.

“Follow him. We need to help!” The disciples stirred to action and quickly followed their palace’s pride and glory. 

The remaining ten thousand looked at each other hesitantly. Though Zhou Wumie had remained on his feet only through sheer force of will, the rest of them had been too petrified by the brutal carnage that’d taken place to do anything. With the departure of the Nirvana contingent, that left room for other thoughts to creep into...