Su Yi was taken aback. "Those lackeys are still being suppressed in Spirit Ruins Mountain?"
As if recalling something, the killing intent on Lin Feng's face turned into deep mockery. "That's right. Those lackeys are all still alive, but they're no different from prisoners beneath the steps."
"And the one suppressing them... is none other than the Heavenly Desolate Divine Venerable!"
As he spoke, he could not help but burst into laughter. "Surprised?"
Su Yi raised a brow. He truly had not expected this. "Why is that?"
"To sum it up in one phrase: when the cunning rabbit dies, the hunting hounds are boiled!"
Lin Feng's face was filled with irrepressible delight. "Those lackeys who served the Heavenly Desolate Divine Venerable wholeheartedly thought that by doing the gods' bidding, they would sooner or later have the chance to be ushered into the Divine Realm."
"Unfortunately, they miscalculated one thing. Once a lackey loses his value, he is destined to be ruthlessly cast aside by the gods. They regard them as blades of grass and discard them like worn-out shoes!"
Su Yi was still puzzled. "But why imprison those lackeys?"
Lin Feng said, "To keep them from jumping over the wall in desperation and spreading word of the gods' baseness and shamelessness throughout the world. If that happened, who would be willing to be the gods' dogs afterward?"
After a pause, he continued, "Besides, keeping those lackeys penned up means they can be used again in the future."
"From what I know, the Heavenly Desolate Divine Venerable once promised those imprisoned lackeys that when the Path to Godhood appeared in the Immortal Realm, he would usher them out of here."
By this point, Lin Feng's handsome face was covered in ridicule. "The laughable part is that quite a few of those