There were serious consequences for Jiang Chenâs anger.
The group trailing them was uniformly composed of middle-aged cultivators, empyrean, one and all. The man at their head had sallow skin and a sickly complexion, but was the strongest: a mid empyrean expert.
âThese guys are small fry, Elder Xu. Is there even a point to following them?â a man with a split lip complained.
âShut up, Ole Split-Lip! The boss told us to follow even the smallest fly. We canât let anyone get away for any reason!â The sallow man was Elder Xu.
Split-Lip was a bit upset. âI think itâs better just to kill them. Saves both time and energy.â
âRidiculous. If we kill them now, weâll alert the sacred landâs executives. If the bossâ plans donât work out, our heads will roll. How many heads do you have, eh?â
The split-lipped man sighed, evidently vexed. âWhatâre we supposed to do, then? Just follow âem? Until when?â
âHmph,...