Chen Feiyu gave his wrist a light flick, the blade flashing as he shook off the fresh, bright blood. After casting a single glance at Cheng Tianlu, he turned to the monks, who were already shivering with fright, and said, "Keep playing the music. Keep chanting the requiem. If you’re late, Vice Hall Master Xin Lian won't be able to make it to the Western Paradise."
Terrified, the monks turned pale. Dared they run? They dared not. They could only continue to tap their instruments and recite the funeral rites in stuttering, tremulous voices.
Chen Feiyu pointed his sword at Cheng Tianlu and raised an eyebrow. "Now, only you remain. If you hurry, you can still keep Xin Lian company."
Chapter 789