Nuzi raised his sleeve, and The Merciful One rode in from the north on prismatic light with a group of Master Monks. They suspended groups of nearly naked men and women, stripped bare, infants clutched in their hands and under their arms, with their mana.0

When they arrived, The Merciful One stood broad shouldered and sturdy, clad in gleaming golden armor. His features were upright, but his four eyes were fierce as he bowed, "Reporting to my lord, the entire Situ Family has been brought!"0

Li Ximing looked down and saw a crowd of Situ Family members below. Some had a little cultivation, but most were ordinary mortals. As they drew near and saw the three Daoist Masters, hope flared in their eyes. They wept and wailed for mercy, kneeling within the prismatic light and kowtowing.0

Ning Wan sighed deeply. Kuiqi frowned heavily, anger faintly rising. Whatever their faults, the Situ Family were descendants of a Purple Mansion Realm cultivator. Being captured was one thing, but to be stripped and humiliated like livestock was another. Had the Situ Family not produced so few decent people over the generations, Kuiqi might already have acted.0

Nuzi raised his sleeve again. It fluttered in the wind and expanded instantly. Jade slips and dharma artifacts of all sizes poured out, piling into a mountain before the crowd. The Maha Nuzi smiled and said, "We did not take much. Everything has been handed over to the Supreme Yang Dao...0