C625 Thousand God Temple
"Are you concerned about our fellow sect members?" Lin Miaoran approached Chu Yan and inquired in a hushed tone.
"Aren't you?" Chu Yan replied with a shake of his head. "Eleven have already fallen."
Chu Yan had noticed over the past few days that Lin Miaoran's expression tensed whenever the golden sword light's emblem surfaced.
"Indeed, if we average it out across the sects