"How detestable! Who are those two juniors? How did they come to know the lord?"
The fierce-faced Burly Man stared at the enormous, empty pit, his face livid. His divine sense swept rapidly across the surroundings, but Qin Fengming's figure had already vanished without leaving behind even the slightest fluctuation of aura. Even if he wanted to pursue him, he had no idea which direction he had fled in.
"This person isn't from my Sacred Domain, nor is he a Mahayana cultivator from either of the other two Regions." The middle-aged man who had fought Qin Fengming had a pale face, and several traces of blood still stained the corners of his mouth. He gazed coldly into the distance and answered.
The other man's expression was equally grave. He nodded and echoed him.
"Our mission has utterly failed this time. There's no point in staying here any longer. Let's go before the lord and accept our punishment. It's just that we don't even know the other party's origins, which is truly difficult to explain. But rest assured, Tuo won't stand aside. Whatever guilt there is, I'll bear it together with all of you."
The curly-bearded Burly Man's expression was gloomy, but he acted decisively and immediately made his decision.
Although several cultivators from the Desert Shore Ghost Domain had been directing this matter, he was involved in it when all was said and done. There was no way for him to hide from the consequences. Still, he knew that although the lord acted ruthlessly, he was relatively amiable toward his subordinates.
"Thank you, Fellow cultivator Tuo. I will certainly repay you in the future." The injured middle-aged man cupped his fists and voiced his thanks.
He knew that he would certainly owe Tuo Hai a tremendous favor this time. If