"That should about do it."
Gu Zhi fed the rescued female cultivator a pill, took her pulse, and cast a technique to put her to sleep so she would not wake up immediately and further injure her spirit.
Although Sheng Tong had asked him to question the female cultivator about the bandits' lair, he had also said it was better than nothing. Now the strengths of both sides were clear, and the water bandits' lair was no longer secret; how could it withstand an assault from the patrol unit? Therefore, Gu Zhi simply treated the order as wind passing by his ear. Growing lazy, he did not even bother to rendezvous, sitting down right where he was to pick up the jade talisman recording the information of the abducted cultivators and study it.
After looking at it for a while, Fan Qing's voice sounded beside his ear:
"It says here that this woman is an inner disciple of the Lingya Sword Sect. I remember that sect was already..."
Gu Zhi turned his head to see Fan Qing sitting properly on the ground beside him. Her appearance was bright, pure, and beautiful, but her gaze lingered on the female cultivator, and her thoughts seemed to drift. Without thinking much about it, Gu Zhi casually said, "That's right, it was wiped out a few months ago by demons running amok from the north. This woman must have escaped back then, only to jump out of the tiger's den and straight into the wolf's lair."
The Cangjiang defense line was long, and the patrol unit was not omnipotent. There were some immensely powerful demons who came and went like ghosts, making a single thrust of tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of miles that simply could not be blockaded. Thus, accidents like