Yuan Gang struggled with all his strength, but he still could not break free from his restraints. He could only watch helplessly as Lü Wushuang left.
Once things quieted down, Yuan Gang closed his eyes again. Before long, the wheezing roar of a bellows resumed, and the blood mist began circulating with his breaths once more. Restoring his injuries as quickly as possible was the priority.
But the silence did not last long before footsteps sounded again, forcing Yuan Gang to halt his recovery.
Lü Wushuang had returned, accompanied by someone Yuan Gang did not know—a man in brocade robes and a jade belt, his expression carrying the indifference cultivated over many years.
Seeing the newcomer walking shoulder to shoulder with Lü Wushuang, Yuan Gang concluded that he was no ordinary man.
The visitor was Du Wuxu of the Voidless Sacred Land, one of the Nine Saints. Yuan Gang did not recognize him.
The two walked beneath the hanging cocoon. Du Wuxu looked up and asked, "What does this mean?"
Lü Wushuang said, "He injured my disciple. I'm letting him taste the punishment of insect devouring."
Du Wuxu looked around at the Jade Silkworms rustling as they gnawed on the branches. "Did you get anything out of him?"
Lü Wushuang said, "His mouth is hard as iron!"
Du Wuxu said, "That's about enough. Hand him over to Misty Pavilion for interrogation."
Lü Wushuang said, "What? He dared to act wildly over my head, and I can't even punish him?"
Du Wuxu turned and left. Lü Wushuang glanced at the man hanging there, then turned and left as well.
After the two emerged from the underground space and saw sunlight again, Du Wuxu spoke once more. "Lü Wushuang, I have no objection if you want to punish him, but don't kill