Zhou Han had a saddened expression. His entire body was covered with wounds and he looked completely exhausted. “It was my mistake. I didn’t think that the creatures living deep in the blood field would have such sharp senses. Fellow daoist Wang died in vain.”

He closed his eyes in pain, tears falling down, “I wasn’t even able to preserve the corpses of the three fellow daoists. I’m useless!”

It was unknown what the people in the camp were thinking, but they all put on comforting expressions.

“Brother Zhuo, there’s no need to be like this. This blood field is full of dangers. All of us have been prepared to die since the moment we came here.”

“That’s right. It’s said that life and death are fated. Perhaps this was a disaster that the three fellow daoists were destined to suffer.”

“Even with so many perils all around, fellow daoist Zhuo was still willing to take the risk and bury the corpses of the other fellow daoists. This act in itself shows what a great character you have. I truly do admire you.”

“He’s right. There’s no need for Brother Zhou to blame himself.”

Li Hongyi put a lid on this matter. She concluded, “You’ve already done your best....