「Two months later.」
Perhaps moved by the widespread suffering of the injured disciples and mindful of their sacrifices, the sect finally dispatched a large number of personnel to treat them.
Someone grumbled resentfully.
"So they did have the manpower. Why did they say they were short-staffed before and just leave us hanging here?"
The disciple treating him wore a sorrowful expression.
"Please don't say that."
"Once we're finished treating everyone's injuries, we have to go to Celestial Barrier Mountain."
"My poor Spirit Medicines... I don't know what will happen to them. They were about to mature..."
Before this, these disciples had been preparing for their departure.
Word was that a facility to house the wounded had already been built on the other side of the Celestial Barrier Mountain range, a clear sign that they were preparing for a protracted war.
There was no telling when any of them would be able to return.
