"Then, on behalf of His Majesty the Pope, I thank you, Lord Yu Luo Mian." Chrysanthemum Douluo swayed his body gracefully as he slowly stopped before a long-abandoned, dilapidated building. Raising a hand to cover his nose and mouth, he looked thoroughly disgusted.
"This is what we, as a sect of the continent, ought to do. They harbor evil intentions, and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan knows where it stands." Though Yu Luo Mian's words sounded somewhat high-minded, they reflected their true thoughts.
As one of the Upper Three Sects, they benefited from the continent's existing order.
Naturally, they had no desire to see that order broken.
"Haha. Very well, I'll relay those words to His Majesty the Pope. For now, let's fish your clan's trash out first." Covering his nose and mouth, Chrysanthemum Douluo let out a delicate laugh and quietly stepped back twice.
Yu Luo Mian froze, then looked at the low building covered in cobwebs before him. At once, he caught a foul stench.
That smell could only be from a latrine!
Yu Luo Mian's expression darkened. He too stepped back twice, then waved to his clansmen behind him.
"Go take a look. Haul him out!"
Yu Tianxin immediately arranged for people to step forward.
Several men dressed in Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan robes hesitantly approached the low building.
The moment they looked inside, their faces went black.
They saw a withered upper body floating in the thick cesspit, its lower half nowhere in sight. It seemed to be doing the backstroke in the filth, its entire body covered in dried grime.
No one knew what it was swallowing.
Its cloudy eyes held no trace of life. Like a walking corpse, it had only one desire in its heart—to survive.
"What are you standing there