And behind her, forty-three core followers of the Church of Lifeless were kneeling neatly. They varied in height and build, but besides their somewhat pale faces, there were no other commonalities visible.
Everyone's necks had a knife against them, making them dare not move, dare not make a sound.
All those who shouted to die for the Divine Master had already been killed.
Among these core followers, some were members of the Red Ha Tribe, yet their young lord was now kneeling before Yuwen Ze; how could the others dare to speak up?
Gao Xingwu stepped forward to report: "Young lord, from the list of all core cult followers, twenty-three were killed on the spot, forty-three captured, not a single one escaped."
Yuwen Ze brushed his braid and jumped down from the carriage, walking to the old mother of Lifeless, lifting her head with his boot, looking down at her condescendingly: "Do you know what would happen in the past if one was caught secretly preaching on the grassland?"
