Liu Sumeng and Yuan Xuelan were not trying to injure anyone, and the whole fight was more a ruse than anything else. They focused on fleeing, carving out a way out of the hall and made a run for it.
The poor beaten disciples groaned and held their wounds on the floor. Chen Leike let out a long, exasperated sigh. "What are you fools even doing? Ah, so pathetic. Now, get up! After them! Make a scene, would you?"
Reluctantly, the disciples pulled themselves up to their feet. Many of them had fought as the side of Liu Sumeng, and Yuan Xuelan were not interested in fighting them.
Alas, Sect Leader Chen did not ask them to fight. Only to make a scene.
So make a scene they did.
A horde of people chased after Yuan Xuelan and Liu Sumeng. Nan Chang had to rush to ready the horses.
Hilariously, many of them were shouting well wished for the two, even with their feet stampeding their way and swords raised.
