"Hurry up, the elder from Pill Peak is in a rush. Move faster!"
A few disciples from some unknown peak waved their arms, hurrying along five prisoners emerging from the black prison.
Perhaps that person from Pill Peak was very influential, or perhaps the patient, gravely ill and awaiting a Pill for treatment, was extremely important.
Less than three days after the two brocade-robed youths had visited, the paperwork with the Foreign Affairs Hall was completed, and disciples arrived to collect the men.
The five tall prisoners, looking as if a lifetime had passed, walked out of Mi Mountain and squinted up at the sun.
Bai Mo saw them off and casually said a word.
"See you later."
The five men paused for a moment, then each sneered without responding.
But after a moment, one of them, unable to stomach it, turned back and said:
"Warden, with cultivation like yours, if we were outside Mi Mountain, dealing with you would be a one-handed affair for us…"
