A gloomy old man carrying a talisman pouch stepped out from the house behind the crowd. This time, he was not wearing the Daoist robes of the Taiqing Sect. Perhaps he had followed local customs while traveling through the mundane world.
I had been utterly shocked. If the female lay Buddhist had not injured Zhu Yuping by striking her with her life, I would never have been able to drag her into the City God's jurisdiction. The disciples of the Taiqing Sect were already so formidable that I still felt a lingering chill whenever I thought of them, let alone the fact that the person before me was the sect's guiding Daoist. Just how profound must his strength be?
"The Walking Corpse craftsman Zhu Yuping's crimes were monstrous. She has already been brought to justice and dragged into the City God's jurisdiction. The City God personally carved her to death, using the little knives she usually used to torture and kill others. Heh heh, he sliced the flesh into pieces like sashimi. After that, he had the flesh fed clean to my little nephew, Zhang Tiansi. Her soul was escorted to the Mirror of Retribution and shown a film, then kneaded into crumbs. I wonder, Daoist Fan, are you satisfied with that answer?" I sneered, though I secretly remained on guard.
Wu Zhengqi and the old and new generations of the Wu Family were all filled with astonishment. Every disciple of the Taiqing Sect was astonishingly powerful. Fan Xuwen was the guiding Daoist and could only be considered half a master, so his disciples could not possibly be weak.
Fan Xuwen's brow twitched. He did not know whether it was true. After all, it had been too easy to force me to tell him, but the details were so cruel