The Taoist Nun's eyes bulged, feeling that these disciples had been of no use in the past. After all, they were still young, with youthful and handsome faces – keeping them around was a feast for the eyes!
Yet now, seeing them so timid and easily frightened, even ordering them around seemed like a forced measure!
"Don't just stand here, at least have a look outside the door; whether we can get saved all depends on that Young Master!"
These three disciples, reluctantly dragging their feet, looked at each other and eventually decided to draw straws. The loser was tasked with checking the situation outside!
The Taoist Nun's gaze showed a hint of helplessness, as finding new disciples seemed arduous after such a severe injury.
Feeling that her Cultivation had disappeared, she could only hope that the Young Master was unharmed, so he could use his supernatural abilities to heal her wounds!
