"No rush," Li Dazhi said slowly, "wait a bit longer, we can interrogate by noon tomorrow. I want to see if anyone voluntarily brings the murderer over."
For these Immortals, a day or two is nothing lengthy, and they all bowed and agreed.
In no time, tens of thousands of Heavenly Soldiers surrounded the area.
Each of the elders received a small stool.
...
The corner of this sect.
Hao Xiaonian looked at the wall shown by the Cloud Mirror, glanced at the flickering Immortal light beyond the ice layer, and her eyes were full of curiosity.
She asked softly, "Master, does your father want those elders to hand over the murderer themselves? But the ones they hand over would be unrecognizable corpses, right? This is merely forcing them to cut off a finger of their own."
Li Ping'an laughed, "Indeed, my father's move actually considered the reaction of the Human Race, giving the Human Race enough face."
"Human Race?" Hao Xiaonian was somewhat puzzled.
