The third brother, Zhou Jiang, said excitedly.
"Boss, you're incredible. You actually caught the eye of the Water Division Dharma King. Your future is bound to be limitless."
"Boss, from now on, whatever you say goes. We'll strike wherever you point. Oh, and about Hundred Households Officer Song-could the Imperial Guard have already found out?"
The eldest brother, Zhou Cang's expression.
"Don't worry. The body was disposed of long ago, and the clues at the Mountain God Temple were destroyed too. There's no evidence. This Su Fei probably only suspects something."
"Once he's sent to the sect and refined into an unconscious Dao soldier, he won't even have the chance to suspect anything."
In the early hours of the morning, the bright moon hung high overhead as five dark figures used their lightness arts to approach the east wing where Su Fei was staying without a sound.
Zhou Cang's eyes were vicious. Clutching a brass cylinder, he walked beneath the window, gently poked a hole through the window paper with his finger, and aimed the cylinder into the room.
He slowly turned the mechanism at its base. As he blew, an odorless powder drifted silently into the room.
"Seven Severances Powder. Even someone in the Martial Saint Realm will fall for it."
A cold smile curled Zhou Cang's lips as he spoke in a low voice to the four brothers behind him.
"Once there's no movement inside, we'll charge in."
Inside the room, Su Fei was sitting on a chair, cultivating with the Sacred Heart Formula, when he suddenly felt something of unknown origin enter his nostrils. A trace of dizziness instantly washed over his head.
His heart tightened, and he immediately realized it was a knockout drug. The Nine Yang Divine Art instantly began circulating within him, dispelling the