Hearing this, Duan Yunhe responded, "Yes."
"In addition, a dozen disciples will send them back to the family and explain the matter to them. Let's just leave it at that. Let's all go!" The sect leader waved his hand, signaling everyone to leave.
Duan Yunhe called his disciples and asked them to take his brother back to clean up the mess first. He then had to bandage the broken arm and report the matter to his master who was in seclusion.
After everyone left, the clan leader stood up with his hands behind his back and walked towards the back hall. He was somewhat curious about the red-dressed woman and her group.
However, he knew that if they were truly such extraordinary people, it would not take long for news of them to spread across the continent.
However, Master Sun Feng, who had come out, was holding his hands behind his back, feeling very angry. They were one of the four great immortal sects, but they had suppressed this matter like that. This kind of result really made him very angry.
"Master Sun? Master Sun?"
An elder called him several times, but he didn't respond, so he stepped forward and called again: "Master Sun? Are you still thinking about what happened just now?"
Master Sun Feng recovered and saw that it was the Third Elder, so he said, "I didn't expect the Sect Master to handle it this way."
"You don't have to think too much. What the Sect Master said is not unreasonable. In the final analysis, it was Master Ren Feng who was wrong first. Let's just leave it at that!"
A peak master nearby came over, shook his head and sighed, "It's a pity for those two purple-gold spirit deer! From what Yun He said, they were two adult purple-gold spirit deer. You know, purple-gold spirit deer are full of treasures. Even in other sects, it's hard to find one. I didn't expect those people to have two, and they used them to pull carts like that. It's such a waste of natural resources, such a waste!"
"Old He, you are in charge of the sect's medicine peak. Do you have any medicine you want? Don't worry about those two purple-gold spirit deer. Look, just because of worrying about those purple-gold spirit deer, Peak Master Ren and his men have all been killed. Isn't that enough to alert us?"
They talked as they walked, and finally shook their heads and dispersed without saying anything more. Only Master Sun Feng left, with a slight emotion in his heart, and went to the disciples whose cultivation had been destroyed.
Because of Du Fan's serious injury, Fengjiu and the others slowed down their journey, and stayed in this small town for the next two days to help Du Fan recuperate. The palm strike injured his heart meridian, and if it were an ordinary person, he would have died long ago, but because Du Fan had a good foundation, and with Fengjiu here, his injuries were gradually recovering.
On this day, Fan Lin and others helped Du Fan take a medicinal bath. When they helped the unconscious Du Fan back to bed to rest, they saw his hand move slightly. Seeing Du Fan's hand move, Fan Lin and others were delighted and hurried to ask Feng Jiu for help.
"Master, Master, Du Fan's hand is moving!" Luo Yu walked quickly to Feng Jiu and told her the good news.
Feng Jiu smiled and said, "He has been unconscious for two or three days. It's time for him to wake up." As she spoke, she and Luo Yu went to the next room.
"Master, I just took Du Fan's pulse and his pulse has recovered its strength." Fan Lin smiled and looked at Feng Jiu who came in with Luo Yu.
"Well, that's good. Boil the medicine again and give it to him to drink until he wakes up." As he was speaking, Du Fan's mouth moved slightly, and a weak voice came out of his mouth.