"Oh? You..."
Situ Ding looked at the sallow-faced young man with hollow eyes and the appearance of someone who had indulged in pleasure to excess. His expression shifted slightly.
The room fell so silent that a needle dropping could have been heard. Every gaze followed his.
Li Mo looked calm and unruffled, but he could not help feeling a little nervous inside.
The other man was a deputy cult leader-level archfiend. Could he have noticed something off about Old Huang?
Huang Donglai softened his breathing, cold sweat faintly beading on his forehead.
"Hahaha... Good. Our Divine Cult truly brimmed with talent." Situ Ding stared at him for a while before suddenly bursting into laughter.
"Just looking at you, I can tell you're no good bird. You must have played the flower thief plenty of times!"
The cultist Huang Donglai had replaced after infiltrating the Demon Summoning Cult really had cultivated an evil art of harvesting yin to replenish yang.
But under Great Yu law, flower thieves were castrated and exiled to the frontier. That man had been timid, so he usually paid to visit brothels instead.
"You flatter me, Deputy Cult Leader."
Only then did Huang Donglai breathe a sigh of relief.
Yet Yuwen Cuojin narrowed his eyes again. "Liu Hao, why did you fail to report in once?"
With a major operation at hand, in order to prevent word from leaking out, every cultist had to periodically send word to Yuwen Cuojin, reporting their location and condition.
The last time, Huang Donglai had happened to be at the Autumn Water Pavilion.
"I was arrested at a brothel."
Huang Donglai improvised in a flash.
"A brothel?"
Situ Ding frowned. "You still need to go to a place like that?"
"You may not know this, Deputy Cult Leader, but under Great