"..." Chen Feiyu lightly flicked his wrist, sending a flash of sword light that shook off the bright red blood staining the blade. He glanced briefly at Cheng Tianlu, then turned his gaze to the monks, who were already trembling with fear. "Keep playing the music," he said, "and carry on with the liberation rites. If you're any slower, Vice Hall Master Xin Lian won't make it to the Western Paradise of Ultimate Bliss."
Terrified out of their wits, the monks dared not run. With trembling hands and faltering voices, they resumed their drumming, cymbals, and chanting for the dead.
Chen Feiyu pointed his sword at Cheng Tianlu, an eyebrow raised. "You're the only one left now. If we make it quick, you can still keep Xin Lian company."
Chapter 789