Slaughtering a City (I)

Kui City.

The morning sunlight was always bright and pleasant.

Especially in the city chosen as the Holy Spirit Cult's headquarters. It faced the first rays of the rising sun, symbolizing the reception of the most abundant Soul Power.

"How long has the Cult Master been in Mingdu? He still hasn't returned?" the Third Elder asked unhurriedly.

Ever since the Cult Master had briefly left, the Second Elder had entered seclusion, and the Sixth Elder had temporarily disappeared, this city had been left in his hands to manage.

There was no other choice. Although the Holy Spirit Cult and the Sun Moon Empire appeared to be allies on the surface, their relationship had long since fractured beneath the surface. They had yet to openly turn against each other only because the current circumstances were unfavorable.

"Reporting to you, Elder, there still hasn't been any news. Could the Cult Master have noticed something long ago and abandoned us?" the personal guard asked.

"This is the first time. Don't ever let me hear you badmouth the Cult Master again. Otherwise, I'll cut out your tongue," the Third Elder said in an even tone.

Yet only these trusted subordinates understood just how much weight those words carried.

Unlike the other Elders, the Third Elder could almost be called the embodiment of silence. In any situation, the number of words he spoke could practically be counted on one hand.

It wasn't that he didn't want to speak. He simply believed that action was more decisive than words.

As the saying went, if you could settle something with your hands, there was no need to chatter endlessly. If everything could be solved by talking, what need would there be for them?

"Then what about the news from the direction of Harbor Port?" the personal guard