The clean-cut youth's shame deepened at his words.
"The disciples guarding the Ghost Cave have all been punished by the sect. They've been ordered to recapture the remnant souls within a set time limit."
But there weren't many disciples at the Laundry Waterfall, so it couldn't be accomplished overnight.
Bai Mo frowned.
"The sect isn't sending anyone to help?"
The young man barely dared to look at him.
"The sect is short on manpower right now. Where would we find extra people to help?"
He himself was just a new inner sect disciple, recently assigned to the Laundry Waterfall and still in training.
And now he'd been pulled out to handle things on his own.
But he understood the Black Prison's unique importance. Nothing could be allowed to go wrong here.
"The Black Prison is too important. There can be no delays."
The young man said, "I can summon my fellow disciples. We can set up on Mi Mountain first and use our methods to gather the nearby remnant souls and take them away."
