Suddenly, his brows furrowed slightly. He sensed someone approaching from outside the door—the four orthodox female cultivators.
Pei Ling wondered what they were up to. Their cultivation had completely recovered. Why hadn't they hurried to escape? What were they doing coming here?
Never mind. He'd just pretend not to have noticed. There was no way those four female cultivators would dare barge into his room again.
With that thought, Pei Ling stopped paying attention to the trivial matter outside. Playing along, he burst into laughter. "Hahahahaha... You've already fallen into this Holy Son's hands. Accept your fate!"
"You could scream until your throats were raw, and no one would come to save you!"
"Serve me well and become this Holy Son's cultivation cauldrons. That is your final destination!"
Outside the cabin.
Lin Hanyan, Chen Jingmeng, Zhao Juanjuan, and Shen Yinchen held their breaths, alertly scanning their surroundings.
Chen Jingmeng faced the mirror pressed against the door and quickly formed a string of Magic Seals.
At once, the clouds and mist in the mirror parted, revealing the cabin behind the door.
Unlike before, the scene this time seemed veiled in hazy mist. It was extremely blurry; everything in the room could only be made out as a rough outline, nothing like the crystal-clear view from before.
In the image, ten curvaceous, slender, and alluring female cultivators stood in a circle, each looking furious and humiliated.
A cold, stern Demonic Cultivator in a black robe stood arrogantly in the middle of the circle.
Their faces were indistinct, but their clothing, hairpins, and ornaments clearly belonged to the Liulan Dynasty's Empress Dowager, Empress, concubines, Princesses, and titled madams...
The four orthodox female cultivators were instantly shocked. This was that Demon Pei Ling's room!
What was more, he had actually kidnapped the Liulan