"Ancestor, save me!" Seeing the Qinghe Ancestor appear, Wan Yuan clung to him as if he were a lifeline.
Qinghe Ancestor glanced at Wan Yuan, then at the remaining forty or fifty members of the Qinghe Sect, his expression clearly not good.
Wan Yuan had brought with him all the main forces of the Qinghe Sect, yet so many had died.
Whether they could conquer the Bounty Hall or not, it was undoubtedly a devastating loss for the Qinghe Sect.
"Damned fool, you're going to ruin the Qinghe Sect!" Qinghe Ancestor cursed at Wan Yuan.
At this moment, Wan Yuan dared not say anything. This matter was definitely a major blunder. First, he shouldn't have rushed to attack Bounty City without proper investigation; second, he shouldn't have failed to notify the Qinghe Ancestor. If Qinghe Ancestor had been involved from the start, such a huge loss would not have occurred.
"Ancestor, I was wrong, please, save the Qinghe Sect!" said Wan Yuan, extremely somber.
