Deep in the night, Ling Yungao sat alone in meditation to heal his wounds.
His losses this time were not light. Representatives from all the major immortal sects and clans were present, and for the sake of the Wuji Sect Master's reputation, he had no choice but to push forward with all his might, too afraid to voice any complaints about his injuries.
Thinking of the magical treasures and spirit talisman expended to deal with the fiend, Ling Yungao tightly furrowed his brow.
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