Aside from pitying these ordinary people, Yang An also wanted to distinguish the Traitorous Scripture Society from a terrorist organization.
Although it did not matter much whether they were a terrorist organization or not, having a just cause was still better than slaughtering innocents indiscriminately.
In this world, the so-called hearts of the people were the cheapest thing. Whether they were mad or not, cultivators who stood high above rarely cared too much about ordinary people.
It was no easy feat for so many people in this world to still be alive.
Before long, Yang An activated Gong Niang's navigation once more and led the group toward the Golden Soul Cult's branch in Chongwen Prefecture.
Less than half an hour later, they arrived at Mogu City in Chongwen Prefecture, where the Golden Soul Cult branch was located.
The branch had been built directly in the center of the city, occupying a third of its territory, and no ordinary person was permitted to approach.
It was still deep in the dead of night. Other than the branch's territory, the rest of Mogu City was shrouded in boundless darkness.
Quite a few cult members were still patrolling within the branch, remaining on alert at all times.
It had been like this ever since the previous prefectural lord of Chongwen Prefecture had died.
At that moment, high above Mogu City, Yang An and the members of the Traitorous Scripture Society floated in midair, looking down at the brightly lit branch below.
"I think we need to make another plan. Even if there are no Corpse Gods in the branch right now, rushing in rashly will still leave us blocked by many Flesh Huskers. It will not be so easy to infiltrate the underground palace."
"Exactly. Crane Head said we do not have much