They were leaving the mountain of Saint Starlight Sect.
Everybody had the grievances in their hearts.
Li Wuliang and Han Bingxue felt the most of it.
They had been hoping to come and destroy the enemies once and for all with joy and excitement. They hoped that it would vent their hate and grievances in the hearts, and then hold a feast to celebrate it with fine liquor!
However, they hadn't killed even one enemy since they stepped on the land of Saint Starlight Sect. The whole thing made them feel weird. All that should die had killed themselves. The apologies were more like threats and curses with anger.