Lady Zhu was equally troubled. She had become aware of the predicament facing the tour group. Although she seldom involved herself in worldly matters, it didn't mean she failed to grasp the awkwardness of the situation.
She couldn't blame these people for lacking commitment; cultivation was a personal endeavor. It wasn't reasonable to keep a group of people tied to Bamboo Island, nor did she have the authority to do so. Six were dead, several injured—this was already a debt of gratitude so heavy it couldn't be repaid. She should not ask for more.
Only one person could resolve the tour group's embarrassment, and that was her.
"Thank you, my Daoist friends, for drawing your swords to help. Without your assistance, Bamboo Island would now be a den of thieves, no longer peaceful.