Luo Rui let out a shrill, agonized howl and rolled around on the ground, his pupils shrinking violently. It was obvious that terror and panic had seized him, yet he was perversely unable to control himself as he flayed his own flesh. Now he finally understood what that felt like!
The male and female Earth Immortals had been hovering in midair from the beginning, watching the scene before them. They had watched me roll on the ground and cry out in agony without the slightest reaction, as though they wanted to see exactly what would happen.
Now that they had gotten the ending they wanted, they finally thought of stepping in and saving Junior Brother Luo. I had truly witnessed the heartlessness of the Immortal sect. Here, there was only the difference in strength—and who could bring them greater benefits!
Perhaps leaving Luo Rui alive would have been best for them. Saving him at this moment would make him utterly devoted to them. It was truly laughable.
"Heh heh. I made him stop, so why didn't he stop?" I walked up to Luo Rui. The chill on my face was mixed with excitement, as though the same punishment he and I had endured had thrilled me.
"You... you are the Child of Fortune? Do you know whose disciples Junior Brother Luo Rui and Junior Brother Haitang are? Both of their masters are reclusive senior experts living in the rear mountains, respected by all. Now that Junior Brother Haitang is dead, why not release Luo Rui? Aren't you standing here safely as well? Shouldn't we be thinking about how to clean up this mess?" A middle-aged woman in a white Daoist robe stepped forward and walked toward me.
"I cried to Heaven, but Heaven did not answer. I cried to Earth,