“Speak!”
“…damn it… hurry up and say something!”
“Where are your accomplices?”
“What exactly is your goal?”
“What did you really see?”
…
This was followed by the sound of whipping and torture. After a while, a young voice spoke with a feeble breath, in disjointed phrases:
“I… don’t know… cough…”
Mo Hua was startled.
This voice was so familiar…
He slowly approached the cave entrance, peeked inside, and found the interior dimly lit, a young man tied up, his face covered in blood.
Two black-clothed Cultivators with their faces covered, their gazes ferocious.
That young man…
Mo Hua watched for a while and then was taken aback with realization.
It was actually one of his fellow disciples…
Hao Xuan?
There were many disciples in the same cohort at Taixu Gate, and Mo Hua did not know all of them.
But he had an impression of Hao Xuan.
They were from the same Disciple’s Residence, and though they did not interact much, their faces were familiar and they were on good terms.
Hao Xuan always turned in his Formation assignments on time, was very serious and respectful, and treated others kindly.
Key point being, he had called Mo Hua “Junior Brother.”
And, he had also treated Mo Hua to chicken legs before…
He was one of their own!
Now, the once amiable Hao Xuan was covered in wounds, his breath fleeting.
The two black-clothed Cultivators continued to interrogate him.
But it seemed Hao Xuan indeed knew nothing and could say nothing.
The two black-clothed Cultivators then furrowed their brows.
“Can’t pry his mouth open…”
“What shall we do?”
“How about…”
One of them made a gesture with his hands as if holding a blade, and a surge of killing intent filled his eyes.
Mo Hua was alarmed.
What were the identities of these two in black?
Taixu Gate disciples of noble family’s direct lineage, and yet they speak of killing so casually?
Hao Xuan’s pupils shook, and with a breath he urged:
“I am of the Hao family’s direct lineage from Qian State, both my parents are at the Late Golden Core Stage, with an ancestor at the Heaven Void Realm…”
“I am the son of a direct lineage noble family, you…”
One of the black-clothed men sneered:
“Is that all? Who isn’t…”
The other black-clothed Cultivator immediately slapped his companion, speaking sharply:
“Shut up!”
The previous black-clothed Cultivator realized his blunder, covering his face, his complexion growing pale, he dared not speak any further.
Hao Xuan also came to understand, his eyes filled with horror, his face turning as pale as death.
About to be silenced…
They…
Before he could think further, one of the black-clothed Cultivators had already raised the knife with the blade gleaming ominously.
Just then, from the cave entrance came a sharp cry:
“Ah—”
This cry seemed to be filled with great fear.
Then, someone started running away at full speed.
Their steps grew fainter as they fled into the distance.
The few people inside the cave were all stunned.