When discussing past events, Sword Master Yu's cold, clear eyes revealed a hint of sorrow.
"In this world, who isn't worth mourning when they die? Once on the battlefield, who has truly thought they could be safe everywhere? Do you think only your master and teachers have died? The eight hundred disciples I sent out also did not return alive!"
"That's impossible!" Hao Nong was first taken aback, then furrowed his brow, sneering: "This can't be true! You, hypocrite, don't try to deceive me! Those eight hundred Tianxi disciples clearly saw things going wrong, and out of cowardice, delivered my master to the Immortal Slaying Stage and fled, breaking their promise. Of course, Baili Yu, you wouldn't admit it to protect your reputation!
Otherwise, how could it be possible that in the chronicles, the death of eight hundred elite disciples from your high-up, fame-hungry figures, isn't even mentioned?!"
