'Whatever, just give me a change of pace! If I have to keep hiding out, I'm going to lose my mind!'
Just then, a figure in black descended from the sky, riding a sword.
Su Ling'er had finally returned.
And then, she saw the spectacular sight in the plaza: over three hundred people, all squatting with their hands on their heads, "corralled" by the four Mr. Qians.
'Wait... The people I'm supposed to 'guide'... there are this many?'
'Are... are you all willingly aspiring to the demonic path? Or... were you all just tricked into coming here by those unscrupulous bastards?'
Su Ling'er felt immense pressure.
Over three hundred people! The crowd was almost as big as the foot traffic in a wet market back in her hometown! And their quality was all over the place, ranging from "potential prospects" who looked like they had some affinity for the immortal path to "Beggar Gang elders" who were clearly just here to fill the numbers.
