"See you again next month, fellow Daoists!"
Du Yan put away the Formation Plates from Xuan Ming and Xuan Yue's foreheads and left with a smile on his face.
With the Temple Master absent, he was the most powerful person in Yuanqian Temple. Moreover, when extracting Xuan Ming and Xuan Yue's physique origins this time, he had taken a little extra. Though this would greatly reduce the amount that could be extracted from them next time, what did that have to do with him?
Extracting less of Xuan Ming and Xuan Yue's physique origins next time would not cost him anything, while extracting more this time could earn him some benefits.
Du Yan closed the opened passage, carefully inspected the formations and restrictions, and only after confirming there were no problems did he leave with the disciples stationed around the prison.
Inside the prison, Xuan Ming struggled to shift his body closer to Xuan Yue and tried to pull her into his arms. But he was too weak. His arms had no strength at all to hold Xuan Yue, even though she was now little more than skin and bones.
"Junior Sister..."
Xuan Ming's voice was hoarse, filled with endless pain and hatred.
"Senior Brother, steady your Dao heart. Sooner or later, we will leave this place. Sooner or later, we will make Cui Daodao pay the price and destroy Yuanqian Temple!"
Xuan Yue's voice was equally hoarse.
Xuan Ming fell silent.
Could they really leave this place?
Xuan Yue struggled to raise her withered right hand and placed it on Xuan Ming's cheek. "Senior Brother, we endured a hundred years. What are another thousand or ten thousand years? As long as we have faith, we will surely leave this place. Even if we cannot escape, I believe someone will