Walking out of the underground palace.
Outside in the Jade Buddha Temple, the blood and broken limbs of the monks here spattered and flowed everywhere.
The rescued beautiful slaves, like a sheep herd, followed a few blood Daoists numbly.
A few who remained conscious followed behind Ding Yu, gripping sharp blades, eyes filled with sorrow and satisfaction, as if having just exacted revenge.
"Sect Leader!" A Black Daoist approached respectfully and clasped his hands.
"Is everything handled?" Zhang Rongfang asked casually.
"Yes, of the rescued people, more than ten wish to follow you and join us. I don't know..." The Black Daoist asked softly.
"Take them back to assess their qualifications, then allocate and examine them for a period," Zhang Rongfang nodded. Only those who have experienced cruelty have stronger wills.
If they also have martial arts qualifications, transforming them into Bloodline later can advance their skills a thousand miles in a day.
"Yes!"
