"Damn it, what are you dawdling for? Hurry up and keep up!"
The group began moving forward. Several Martial Artists mounted their horses and led the way toward the aristocratic family's residence. The two coffins were placed on two carriages and hauled along with them.
No matter what, these two fellows had to be taken back for burial. They could not simply be left here; that would be improper. Everyone depended on the aristocratic family for their livelihood, and no one wanted to be abandoned by the family after death. Taking them back for burial was only right.
However, Zu Liming did not receive the privilege of riding a horse. One of the low-level Martial Artists escorting him had arrived later. Seeing this criminal's both hands tied and seeing that he had already been viciously beaten by several people, he curled his lip disdainfully and lashed Zu Liming with his whip before urging him to follow the group.
And so, Zu Liming's both hands were bound, with one end of the rope tied to the carriage. He was dragged along on foot, and from time to time a horsewhip struck his body. If he slowed even slightly, he would be cursed at and beaten.
Yet no one in the group knew that the moment Zu Liming took his first step, his Dantian had begun slowly circulating, resisting the seal imposed by the Xiantian Master earlier. The seal was gradually loosening.
True Essence repeatedly battered the seal around his Dantian. The two different forces clashed head-on with his Dantian as the center. But because True Essence was of a higher grade than a Martial Artist's true qi, it firmly held the advantage in this conflict and gradually broke through the seal.
If he had been a Martial Artist, there would have