So Wei Zihao's heart was in pain.
The expressions on the faces of the other Qingyun Sword Pavilion disciples also showed guilt.
"Alright, everything's in the past now. The arrays in the State Mansion City have been resolved and the demon cultivator has been slain. What you did in the city, you did not do of your own free will—it is not your fault, so you need not fret too much about it."
Wei Xinghe saw the guilt in his son and the others and comforted them.
Whether they could let go of it depended on their own temperaments.
Fortunately for Wei Zihao and the others, being disciples from a prestigious sect, their wills were fairly strong.
After a while, they temporarily stabilized their emotions.
Wei Zihao asked, "By the way, Father, where are we now?"
"We are in a cave not far from the outskirts of the State Mansion City.
Young Master Lu said the demonic talismans you were afflicted with were particularly troublesome.
