After finally sending away the crowd of Tribulation-realm experts, Master Mingtan’s face remained dark as iron, not fading in the slightest—in fact, his anger only grew heavier.
"How are those Dualis Order people doing?" Master Mingtan asked the empty air.
Suddenly, the air twisted, and a black-clad figure appeared, bowing respectfully: "Reporting to the Sect Master, the Dualis Order group has all been secretly imprisoned in a certain small city!"
"Order someone to spread the word immediately: Ian Song must arrive at that small city within ten days. For every day he’s late, ten Dualis Order disciples will be killed!"
"Yes, sir!"
The black figure’s body twisted for a moment, then vanished into thin air.
Suncrest City—a small county-level city in the Tang Dynasty. A few days ago, the county yamen’s dungeon suddenly received a group of mysterious cultivators.
There were thirteen jailers watching over the prison. The strongest, the head jailer, was only at the seventh layer of Qi-Refining; the rest were all at the fourth to sixth layer.
The head jailer, Wade Bighead, was a sharp-eyed man. Judging from the group’s clothing and bearing, they were clearly not ordinary cultivators—and with men and women of all ages, it was likely they belonged to some sect.
Normally, if he ever saw sect disciples like these, he’d have to bow and scrape, acting utterly humble.
But this time, their cultivation was sealed, making them only a bit stronger than ordinary people. He didn’t have the right to kill them, but he certainly had the right to torment them.
"Boss Wade, you’re here!"
As soon as he stepped into the dungeon, two jailers greeted him with flattering smiles. Just yesterday, he’d snatched a Storage Pouch from a young disciple—inside were only a few dozen low-grade spirit crystals and some low-level magic tools, but to him, that was a fortune. His monthly wages were paid in silver notes, and even a year’s salary wouldn’t buy a single low-grade spirit crystal.
A few dozen low-grade spirit crystals were enough for him to make a killing.
So last night, he went to the brothel in town and had himself a grand time.
Having tasted the sweetness, he was ready to snatch a few more Storage Pouches today.
"Those folks are still behaving, right?"
Wade Bighead asked, chin held high.
"Don’t worry, Boss Wade, they’re all behaving themselves!" the two jailers replied with grins.
"Good. Call all the brothers on duty up here—I’ve got something to announce!" Wade Bighead nodded in satisfaction.