Aftermath, Part II

Their dead and injured had been gathered. There were more injured than dead, but that meant they needed to expend more resources to keep their forces a live. Duo Long didn’t know if that was better or worse. On the one hand, they couldn’t afford to lose too many cultivators. That would weaken them. On the other, using up resources would cost them since it took time for supplies to reach them.

Duo Long sat at a low table alongside his sect’s ancestor, Fēng Y, along with Xao Wen and Lì Liàng of the Martial God Pavilion. They were inside the command tent, which was large enough to fit more than a dozen people comfortable. The low table they sat at was in the center. Cushions had been placed underneath them so they could sit comfortably.

He glared at Lì Liàng.

“What were you doing?! You are more than strong enough to kill some little girl! Why didn’t you just finish that blasted child off?! If you had done that, our forces would not be in the state they are right now!”