「Half a month later.」
A group of tall, sturdy disciples slowly approached, dragging a caged cart and pushing aside the overgrown plants that blocked their path.
Inside the caged cart, a Cultivator with disheveled hair was imprisoned. Bound in a cangue and shackles, he looked like a prisoner from the mortal world being escorted to the execution grounds.
"Pah! For a fiend like him, our senior brother wasted two years, suffered grievous injuries, and missed his chance for Core Formation. How was it worth it?"
A disciple glanced at the man in the cage and couldn't help but vent his indignation.
"Sigh… This scoundrel and his lackeys rampaged across the mortal world. Our senior brother's family fell victim to them, leaving only his niece alive."
"If he had suddenly come face-to-face with such a villain and just swallowed his anger to deal with it later, I'm afraid his Core Formation wouldn't have gone smoothly anyway…"
