"Yuan Qu, how is the situation?"
In the darkness, a cultivator whose aura had reached the Foundation Establishment Stage was staring coldly at City Lord Yuan, making cold sweat pour down him.
"My Lord, it probably wasn't a Sword Sect Disciple, but we still haven't found the murderer or who exactly did it. Should we contact Black Mountain Pass and confirm the number of people in this batch?"
"Trash—"
The black shadow's aura suddenly surged, and all its pressure bore down on Yuan Qu, forcing him to drop to his knees despite himself, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.
"Do not ask more about what you should not ask."
"Yes... yes, yes!"
If not for the matter of the Spirit Slaves and the women of suitable age being impossible to separate from Yuan Qu's help, with his cultivation, he should never have known these things at all.
In truth, he had only learned through Old Man Ning that this group of demonic cultivators had come from Black Mountain Pass, responsible each year for transporting two batches of "people."
Where they went, what they did, what use they served—he knew none of it.
He only knew that the women of suitable age involved in the deeper plan could bring him a large amount of cultivation resources, and the Spirit Slave business was purely his private property.
They were using this layer of transactions to cover up the deeper plan. They had concealed it from the portion of collaborators within the righteous path, such as that group stationed at Black Mountain Pass...
Yuan Qu could guess some of it, but he did not dare say anything.
"Hmph—
"This year's delivery is already nearly three months late. Prepare to set out tomorrow at midnight. Take secret passage number four."
"Yuan Qu understands."
Once the