Amidst the ruins, a deathly silence prevailed.
Whether it was fortunate, or unfortunate,
Among the three elder clansmen who accompanied Wei Zong, not one perished.
They gazed upon the scattered carcasses and the bodies of their kin, with varied expressions.
"No... no objections..."
A tall, thin elder clansman stammered, squeezing out words from his throat, crawling desperately to kneel on the ground, fervently kowtowing to Chen Ye,
"Chen... Guardian Chen, spare us! This matter... this matter was all because Wei Zong lost his mind! We were... we were deceived by him, coerced by that demon!"
"Yes, Guardian Chen!"
Another white-haired elder also responded, pleading tearfully,
"The Wei Family's collusion with the Demon Cultivators is a grave sin, we dare not argue! But... but we beg the Guardian to have mercy for the sake of the women, children, and the elderly in our family, and spare us, give us a chance to atone for our sins!"
