"Watch your Yan!"
"Do you know that anything those people up there let slip through their fingers would be enough to sustain us for a lifetime? Likewise, making our lives worse than death would be effortless for them."
"I don't want to be dragged down by you in the end and turned into nourishment for replenishing the blood pool! Hurry up and take these blood bags down! Don't say another word of nonsense."
Clearly, the Evil Soul Master leading them was extremely displeased that his subordinates had said so much behind his back. Perhaps he secretly thought the same way himself, which was why he did not warn them further.
He clearly would not allow such words to come from his own mouth.
In an Evil Soul Master organization where cultivation advanced quickly, a Soul Emperor could be considered a fairly capable mid-level figure. He could barely have a say in matters. He was no fool, so naturally he would not reveal his emotions before his subordinates.
Even if these subordinates really got themselves killed, all he needed to ensure was that no blood splashed onto him.
The man pursed his lips, apparently dissatisfied with his superior's attitude, but restrained by the gap in strength, he did not dare reveal much.
He opened the iron cage on the carriage and led the children out one by one, casually dragging several dead children behind him.
It was at that moment that the hair atop one or two of the children's heads stirred slightly, as though a faint breeze had blown into the tavern ahead.
The two Evil Soul Masters noticed nothing. Only after confirming that every child in the carriage had been sent inside and that no one had discovered them did they close the back door.
The air inside the