Song Ciwan stood in the middle-back of the line, listening to the crowd's gasps of amazement.
A few veteran soldiers were talking in low voices on the outer circle. "This Tiger Ox was captured by five Demon Slayer Guards working together. It was still alive when it was delivered to our Washing Room. Lord Zhang personally took action and killed it on the spot."
"Tsk tsk, a freshly killed Tiger Ox like this is what you call truly brimming with Qi Blood. After it's dismantled, when these servants start washing it, I bet a few more of them are going to die."
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The soldiers' voices were soft and low, nearly impossible for others to hear over the surrounding din.
But Song Ciwan's Spiritual Sense was so keen she could hear far more than just the soldiers' hushed conversation. She could make out the rustle of grass in the wind, the scuttling of insects, and even the sound of Spirit Medicines rising and falling in the distant Eight Trigrams Pool.
