A torrential rain was imminent. They couldn't afford any more delays; time was running out.
Wuqing nodded and made a strange gesture towards the Space, unlike Gu Qingli's casual wave.
Dozens of breaths later, Yun No. 20 and another Secret Sect member, Yun No. 18, came up. Their clothes were not their previous black martial attire but rather green short clothes, making them look like two peasant men at first glance.
The two were about to pay their respects when Gu Qingli raised her hand to stop them. "You two go find people first. If there are any injured survivors, have them sent here."
While on the mountain, Gu Qingli had faintly heard heart-rending, heaven-and-earth-shaking wails, but she believed there were still people alive.
Fortunately, there was a spacious earthen terrace here, large enough to accommodate many people. They decided to use it as a temporary medical station.
"Yes, Miss."
The three of them clasped their hands in a bow and hurried away.
