Inside the Tianyi Sect encampment, Chen Jiudao watched the Punishment Hall cultivators depart after lingering for a mere few days, his face as dark as water.
Unlike their first visit, when he had been deeply anxious about the security of the encampment, worrying whose life might be threatened and fearing that someone might defect from the human race to act against the sect and himself—when he had fretted over how much evidence the Punishment Hall had gathered and how to get his hands on it to prevent leaks from damaging Tianyi Sect's reputation—things were different now.
With a flick of his wrist, Chen Jiudao produced a jade slip, burning with relentless rage.
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