Strangers on a Distant Shore, Tears Flow Like a Thousand Lines Upon Meeting, Fellow Daoist

Meng Tian wore a troubled, worried expression. Clasping his hands together, he said, "To prevent them from rebelling later, shouldn't we just kill them?"

"Kill the talented one first. I think she's the strongest."

Xuanmingzi and the others shuddered from head to toe, as though struck by lightning.

No, you don't seem human either!

What did he mean, shouldn't we just kill them?

And he wanted to kill their sect master first?

They had seen him persuade them time and again and thought he was an honest man. Who would have thought his heart was just as black?

Just then, Daoist Lingxiao suddenly had a flash of inspiration and spoke up. "Shackles and poison truly can't restrain us, but cultivators have cultivators' methods. Doesn't Lord Wuwei know any spiritual restraints? I see that your cultivation is remarkable. If you used a spiritual restraint..."

Before he could finish, he abruptly sensed several powerful waves of killing intent and resentment bearing down on him from all directions. A chill ran through his body. He silently shivered and turned his head to look.

His fellow disciples were glaring at him with murderous eyes.

Daoist Lingxiao shrank his neck, his voice growing softer and softer until he fell silent.

Yet Zhao Cheng directly accepted his suggestion. "That does make sense. I happen to know a restraint technique. I thought you would be unwilling, but I never expected you wouldn't mind."

Xuanmingzi and the others' faces were as black as the bottom of a pot. They practically wanted to strangle Lingxiao to death.

Out of so many methods, you picked the most vicious one for yourselves?

If you don't know how to speak, can't you just keep your mouth shut?

Just die already!!

If they had not been unable to move, they would have joined