Yang Fei's words drifted in the void, and Wan Daorong nodded silently, feeling that what he said made sense.
Zhao Yunzhi, Li Shuya, and Wang Zudao felt a slight discomfort in their hearts.
They acknowledged that Yang Fei's words were reasonable, but too many disciples from their three families had died here, resulting in enormous losses. As the one who personally killed so many of their disciples, Yang Fei now didn't want to take any responsibility at all, making it difficult for them to accept this attitude.
Yet Yang Fei continued, "Of course, I understand what your families mean. Essentially, you want Earth to compensate you enough to make up for your previous losses, so you can appease your sect's disciples upon return."
Wan Daorong's mouth twitched slightly as he gave Yang Fei a helpless glare.
You brat, if you understand everything, just don't say it out loud.
Li Shuya, Wang Zudao, and Zhao Yunzhi all showed hints of irritation on their faces.
