Many cultivators glared at Yan Jun begrudgingly - if not for his actions, those two hundred or so of their sect mates might not have died!
Feeling guilty, Yan Jun coughed softly. "I didn't mean it either, I just wanted to let everyone get more rest."
Some cultivators could not help but laugh coldly. "Ha, easy for you to say! More than two hundred fellow disciples died here because of that remark of yours!"
"That's because they aren't strong enough. Don't follow us into the valley if you're afraid of death!"
"Senior Brother Yan, we're all from the same sect! How can you say something like that!"
"That's enough!"
Sensing that the tension was strong and that they were only going to argue more intensely, Uncle Liang hollered and stopped the commotion.
Feeling frustrated, Tang Yu raised her brows slightly and waved her hand. "Everyone, quieten down. I made the wrong decision earlier on."