Chapter 1839 Targeted

The truth was, back home, they were their families' pride. Their parents and younger siblings looked forward to the day they would return. How could their deaths be dismissed so easily, as if no one would care? The disciples watching this scene were shaken. When they first left home to join the sect, they had all sworn that once they achieved success, they would ensure that their families lived better lives. That dream had driven them to train tirelessly to fight for every opportunity. They dared not slack off. Every day, they practiced and meditated diligently, obeying their sage and sect elders without question—all in pursuit of that one moment when they could finally rise above the rest. But now, their sect elders had deemed their lives worthless. As the evil spirits revealed their suffering, a heavy silence fell over the disciples. Their gazes shifted to Terell, and the air brimmed with unspoken rage. Mt. Lunther's disciples were nearly on the verge of collapse, their swords