Hao Shuai Voluntarily Lets You Join the Hehuan Sect!

The Hehuan Sect's Hall of Union

Hao Shuai sat high on the throne at the head of the hall. Zhao Min, Wanwan, and the others sat on either side of him, while a group of gorgeous women knelt below.

They were Madam San Miao and the elders and disciples of the Hehuan Sect.

At that moment, Madam San Miao looked anything but well. Her hair was disheveled, her clothes were torn and speckled with blood, and fresh blood kept seeping from the corners of her mouth.

In truth, she wasn't the only one in a bad way. Every member of the Hehuan Sect present looked awful, their faces pale and their auras weak.

Even so, they all wore the relief of people who had narrowly escaped death.

Indeed, a weak aura was still better than no aura at all.

If anyone had gone to look at the peach grove from earlier, they would have seen that the once-fragrant peach blossoms had been overwhelmed by the stench of blood. Countless severed limbs lay beneath the beautiful trees, and the blossoms were stained red.

The clear stream had long since turned crimson. A blood-scented wind stirred the fallen blossoms, scattering them across its pale red surface. The red of blood and the pink of peach blossoms met in that moment, forming a bizarre scene.

The peach grove had become the grave of at least a third of the Hehuan Sect's members.

That was only because Hao Shuai had worried that the sect would be crippled and ordered Dongfang Bai and the others to stop. Otherwise, who knew...

"Madam, I wonder if we can join the Hehuan Sect now?" Hao Shuai asked.

"Huh?" Madam San Miao froze at his words, thinking she'd misheard him.

"Didn't you understand? Or are you planning to