"Damn you bald monks! You should've stayed put and mined immortal crystals at Tengyun Ridge. Instead, you thought you could escape. And now look what you've done! It's bad enough you brought this on yourselves—you've also dragged me into sending you to a hellhole like the Ten-Thousand-Cold Grotto."
The gaunt, long-faced man at the head of the group cursed. Still unsatisfied, he whipped his long lash through the air. Crack! The lash's shadow struck an elderly monk across the back. The monk grunted, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.
Xiang Hua's expression never changed. The gaunt-faced man lashed him several more times before finally feeling satisfied.
"Let's stop here for a while. Brother Xue, keep an eye on these bald monks. We're almost at Ming Mountain City. Let's take turns going there to have some fun. Once we pass the city, there won't be a soul in sight all the way to the Ten-Thousand-Cold Grotto," said the gaunt-faced man. "But the higher-ups said these monks could be troublesome. Be careful, and don't let anything go wrong. You and I wouldn't be able to answer for it."
"Don't worry, Brother Chen. Go ahead. I'll handle things here. I guarantee nothing will go wrong," the man surnamed Xue replied quickly.
"Mm. I trust you to handle things, Brother Xue." The gaunt-faced man nodded and raised his left hand. "Team Wu, come with me to Ming Mountain City. When we get back, Team Shen can take their turn."
The few True Immortals and Profound Immortals belonging to Team Wu cheered.
After the gaunt-faced man and his group left, only two True Immortals and a little over a hundred other immortals remained to keep watch.
After a while, the two monks imprisoned in the cage alongside Xiang Hua exchanged glances. Then, both