The next morning.
A squad of six female disciples walked the winding flower paths in neat formation.
Then they saw the first body.
A sister sobbing on the grass.
A faint red handprint was on one pale buttock.
Their brows furrowed.
"Junior Sister Xue?"
The girl flinched at the sound of her name then let out a broken sob.
"H-, He… he took them… right off me…"
The squad spread out at once.
Further along the path.
An elegant senior with long raven hair.
She knelt in the dirt.
Her skimpy robes gaped at the hips and her butt cheeks were marked with several vivid palm prints as they glowing painfully like fresh brands.
She was spanked like a slave.
Every few paces brought a new sight.
Dozens of the peak's proud flowers lay scattered like fallen petals.
Some wept quietly.
Some hid their faces.
All of them panty-less beneath their robes.
The patrol squad moved from woman to woman.
"Sister Mei, are you hurt? Did he…?"
The sister cried like a harmless fly.
