"Brother Daoist, we're only a small sect under the jurisdiction of the Chenyang Sect—cannon fodder, that's all. There's no need for us to deceive you, right?" the sect master said bitterly. He then infused the communication device with his energy, and soon a small dot appeared in the eleven o'clock direction.
"Tell them not to kill any more of our disciples!" I ordered again. Fortunately, the man was afraid of death too. Without another word, he sent over a second message.
"We attacked your sect and suffered heavy losses too. Absorbing some of your disciples would benefit us as well. As for low-tribulation disciples who aren't especially stubborn about obeying the Azure Emperor Sect, we're willing to win them over too... By the way, Brother Daoist, my name is Wu Qiu. Just as my name suggests, I have no desires and want nothing. If it weren't for the orders from the main sect, I wouldn't have come here to fight to the death either, would I?" Wu Qiu said pitifully.
"That's hard to say." I retorted coldly. After the disciples had left, Qingcheng Ruoxue quickly arrived behind him. Wu Qiu's face turned deathly pale. To him, Qingcheng Ruoxue, who had slain a Five-Tribulation True Immortal, was like a demon or god from hell.
"It really is like that. We try to persuade stubborn disciples, and only kill them when persuasion fails. Normally, we focus on getting them to surrender. Snatching people and territory—Brother Daoist, you should know that better than anyone," Wu Qiu said with a bitter smile.
"Still no reply? What message did you send?" I asked with a frown. Wu Qiu hurriedly waved his hands and said, "Absolutely nothing! I only followed your instructions. If you don't believe me, I can take you there myself?"
"Yi Tian, kill