The disciples of Hengyue Sect walked forward, catching everyone's attention along the way.
Among the crowd watching, everyone had their own thoughts.
Some were sympathetic, some pitiful, but of course, most were mocking.
After all, the disciples of Zhengyang Sect were far more numerous, and what happened yesterday was fresh in everyone's mind.
Hengyue Sect had lost miserably, while Zhengyang Sect had secured a high-spirited victory. Naturally, they had every reason to ridicule Hengyue Sect.
Some people had already drawn conclusions.
"That guy Chu Yi, still lingering in the Integration Realm – there's simply no need to take him seriously."
"And as for Nangong Yue, well, she's certainly got no capabilities to turn the tide."
"Heh, Zhengyang Sect has hit the jackpot this time. I bet in the next tri-sect tournament, even the disciples of Qingyun Sect won't stand a chance."
What was said wasn't untrue at all.
Once a sect loses, it often triggers a chain reaction in many aspects.
