"Senior Brother Qi An, I'm afraid this doesn't make much sense... If it really is the work of that Blackheart Talisman Master, he probably won't show up easily."
On the city wall, another Demon Cultivator beside Qi An spoke.
"Disgraceful, absolutely disgraceful!"
Qi An pounded his fists heavily on the parapet, gnashing his teeth.
Twice now, ambushed by that Blackheart Talisman Master...
"Don't worry, although we suffered a huge loss this time, even two branch masters died, and hundreds of people above and below are gone, the sect won't care about your little loss."
"Let's go see the branch master first."
...
Soon after.
Inside a secret hall in Celestial Yang City.
A middle-aged Demon Cultivator sat at the head, none other than "Life-taking Horse-Faced"!
A group of disciples had already arrived.
"This time it's all gone to hell..."
Life-taking Horse-Faced cursed with a gloomy face, appearing dispirited.
