Not far away, Yi Changqing's more than ten trusted subordinates looked at Zhao Dacheng's miserable state, their faces pale, trembling with fear.
Whether they were genuinely terrified or had lost all hope in Yi Changqing's recovery, two or three of them turned and left without a word.
"What should we do? Should we help Zhao Dacheng, save him from the Great Elder's clutches?"
"Help? How? Listen, the Great Elder is still muttering about taking on ten people at once. If you dare to help Zhao Dacheng, I bet you'll be one of those ten, pinned against the wall by the Great Elder."
"He's lost his mind, gone a bit crazy, but his strength remains. With our little arms and legs, how much resistance do you think we can put up against the Great Elder?"
"So you say, but should we all just stand here and watch?"
"The problem with the Great Elder is something we cannot solve. He and Sect Master Gu Yongheng have always had disputes, but our only option is to seek help from Sect Master Gu!"
