What Could You Object To
Scarlet blood mist continuously poured out from the deepest part of the cliff. At first glance, it looked as gorgeous as the evening glow, but once the gale rose, it became as eerie as a demon.
Two figures stood like statues, staring fixedly at the gradually spreading blood mist.
The figure wearing a black mask suddenly said, "By my count, it's already been a month."
"Xue Taozi's ambitions are immense. He lured the Sect Master into the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect's Forbidden Land. Whether he's alive or dead remains unknown."
"Shouldn't we start making plans for our own retreat?"
As he spoke, he turned toward the figure beside him, his eyes narrowing involuntarily.
"Have you gone mad?"
The other figure let out a cold laugh and said, "A personage like the Sect Master—who could possibly scheme against him?"
"If you and I remain honest and dutiful, then all will be well. Otherwise, once he returns alive..."
It did not continue, but the meaning was obvious.
"But it's already been a month."
"Several groups of people we sent out haven't sent back any word."
The masked figure sighed.
"Wait another half a month."
The other person narrowed his eyes.
The two soon reached an agreement.
Time flew, and another half a month quickly passed.
On this day, dark clouds rolled across the sky.
The black-masked figure gazed at the throne before him, greed showing in his eyes as he walked toward it step by step.
Just then, a cold voice suddenly rang out: "You won't be able to sit securely in that chair. Even if someone is going to sit on it, it must be me."
As soon as the words fell, a Blood Bone Corpse clad in bronze armor emerged from the darkness.
The Blood