When Song Meilin arrived at the location where the invasion had taken place, her expression immediately darkened.
The battle was over, but the traces it left behind were impossible to ignore.
Several buildings had partially collapsed. Broken walls and shattered roofs lay scattered across the sect's grounds. Deep craters covered the earth, while many ancient trees that had stood for decades had been uprooted during the fighting. The cold mountain wind carried the faint smell of blood and smoke.
Inner disciples moved back and forth through the area under the supervision of several elders. Some were transporting corpses. Others were treating the wounded. The atmosphere was heavy.
The corpses of Pishachas lay everywhere.
Unfortunately, they weren't the only ones.
Mixed among them were the bodies of White Moon Sect disciples.
Song Meilin silently clenched her fists.
It seemed the earlier report that the invasion had been repelled without major issues wasn't entirely accurate.
