The willow trees stood tall, their white petals hanging gracefully like silken tassels, swaying gently in the wind as they bloomed beautifully.
Ren Yiping coughed up blood, surrounded by several elite disciples who had been expelled along with him. They exchanged silent glances, all too aware of the situation—they had all been driven out by the same person.
The exit was near, and their steps were heavy as they faintly heard the buzz of discussion from the outside world.
Outside the ruins of Mount Luofu, some wore smiles while others remained quiet, all waiting impatiently for the final result.
"The situation is quite clear now; we have reached the stage of transforming advantage into victory: Ren Yiping, Luo Qingge, Jiang Shengyu..."
Hearing his name mentioned, Ren Yiping coughed up more blood. He felt ashamed before his sect, for as a failure, he would inevitably be looked at differently once he stepped outside.
Soon, he coughed up even more blood, graying vision forcing him to fall backward, and a few elite disciples rushed to support him.
"Are you sure we don’t need to send someone inside to rescue Li Qingyue? Losing such a gifted core disciple would be a pity," someone spoke up. It was difficult to tell if he truly wished to save someone or was simply stirring the pot.