Inside the Transmission Hall, the air was still.
Su Ling'er's lecture concluded, but it failed to produce the wave of epiphanies she had anticipated. Instead, it only stirred a dark undercurrent beneath the surface.
Several undercover agents from righteous sects felt cold sweat bead on their foreheads.
They stood scattered in the corners of the crowd, but their hearts were racing with terror.
Those demon beasts and spirit beasts were usually treated like donkeys pulling minecarts or oxen plowing spirit fields. The resentment radiating from each one was so thick you could almost touch it.
'Now she wants us to "care for" them? Isn't that like hand-delivering a fresh meat bun to a rabid dog that hasn't eaten in three days? There's no coming back from that!'
