Who were the people Qingyu Sect had caught in one fell swoop? Liu Xiaolou knew roughly enough. They were nothing more than rogue cultivators from all over who had come running at the news from around Xiangxi. The Wulong Mountain fellow cultivators were basically not among them.
There were also a few disciples of prominent clans who had wanted to take advantage of Qingyu Sect, only to lose both themselves and their goods in the process. Of course, with Zhanglong Sect, Dongyang Sect, and the Lu Clan of Tianmu Mountain behind them, they did not need to worry about any danger. But Liu Xiaolou reckoned that their wealth and goods were unlikely to be returned.
What a close call. Thinking of this, Liu Xiaolou could not help breaking out in a cold sweat. If the Wulong Mountain fellow cultivators had fallen into Qingyu Sect's hands, even if Qingyu Sect did not dredge up old scores, the raid on the Zhou Manor alone would likely have cost many heads.
Over the next few days, Sister Qing sent back news one after another. Qingyu Sect's dragnet had captured seventy or eighty cultivators, all of whom were imprisoned in the stone caves at Ghost Dream Cliff. Qingyu Sect had nailed heavy wooden doors over the cave entrances and would not let them out even one step.
At the thought of seventy or eighty people crammed into that small stone cave, sleeping and relieving themselves there for days on end, Liu Xiaolou broke out in goosebumps all over. How could anyone live like that?
On the night of the fifth day, Liu Xiaolou was cultivating when a commotion outside the courtyard suddenly startled him awake. Peering through the crack in the door, he saw a group of cultivators kick open the house across the