Different Wei Long

Meanwhile, back in another part of the sanctuary, the elder of the Autumn Dragon Sect and the other members were surrounding a group of demonic path cultivators.

The air was heavy with tension, a mix of righteous fury and the vile aura of those who had strayed too deep into the demonic path was in the air.

Meanwhile, the disciples of the Autumn Dragon Sect, clad in their traditional robes, stood in a semi-circle, their weapons drawn, eyes burning with questions and vengeance.

One disciple stepped forward, his voice sharp and laced with anger.

"Where are the in-name disciples you took? What did you do to the sanctuary?"

His blade glowed faintly, shimmering with spiritual energy, ready to strike at any sign of deceit.

The demonic path cultivators merely chuckled darkly.

One of them, a gaunt man with hollow eyes and deep scars across his arms, spat blood onto the ground.