Ji Shuang and Zhao Tian continued flying above the sect's untouched areas, their robes fluttering against the cool morning breeze.
Below, disciples moved in coordinated efforts, clearing debris and rebuilding damaged structures.
The once-devastated sect was slowly beginning to recover.
They soon reached the ground and the disciples who saw them bowed their heads.
Ji Shuang gave a nod, acknowledging them as they made their way to the Alchemy Chamber.
With a sigh, Ji Shuang spoke "There are not many casualties on our side, which is quite good... and the wing masters are also alive."
"Within a few months, the whole sect can be rebuilt."
Zhao Tian gave a node and raised his gaze to look at the Alchemy Chamber.
Entering in, they swiftly took the elevator to reach the upper floor.
As they stepped out, Zhao Tian inhaled the familiar scent of the Alchemy chamber, and the memories of Yao Jing rushed back.
