The guard had spoken of a sect, probably a small, humble family hidden in the mountains. On the Holy Court Continent, the replacement of families was a common occurrence, even many once-prosperous Noble Families, if their descendants were not virtuous, would squander their wealth over centuries and eventually meet the same fate.
Such families often lacked powerful masters, barely maintaining their existence with one or two Sword Masters or High-level Knights, while the majority were ordinary people without any cultivation.
It was unimaginable how vicious Han Family's enemies were, slaughtering hundreds of the Han Family members, not sparing even these people.
"I wronged you, Brother Han," Qu Shanling patted Han Jinglun's shoulder, offering comfort.
Facing such ruthless foes, let alone an ordinary Han Jinglun without any cultivation, even he, Qu Shanling, felt helpless and couldn't blame him too much.
