The old woman frowned and hurriedly continued, "But now that they have already left, finding a hundred or so people among Sunset City's millions would be like fishing a needle from the sea. It will hardly be easy."
The goateed cultivator narrowed his eyes and swiftly said, "Difficult it may be, but they must still be found. Every person less spreading the news outside means one less measure of impact."
"Besides that, people must be sent to secretly spread other, conflicting rumors to muddy the waters."
The old woman nodded in agreement. "To preserve order in Sunset City, this is the only thing we can do."
"It is only that—how should the surviving cultivators inside the City Lord's Mansion be dealt with?"
Seeing that some of the unconscious cultivators in the City Lord's Mansion were beginning to wake one after another, the old woman turned to look at her companions.
Before anyone else could speak, a cold gleam flashed through the goateed cultivator's eyes. He said indifferently, "The City Lord's Mansion has been polluted so thoroughly by Evil Cultivators, and there is even an evil formation beneath it."
"In my humble opinion, perhaps... it is time to destroy the City Lord's Mansion and rebuild it."
"What do you fellow Daoists think?"
Everyone was stunned upon hearing this.
They lowered their heads, looking down at the bewildered, shocked figures throughout the mansion as they gradually woke and climbed up from the ground.
Then they turned to the goateed cultivator. How could they fail to understand the meaning behind his words?
"Destroy it and rebuild? Those surviving cultivators are not Evil Cultivators. They are all innocent people!"
"Wouldn't such an act be far too cruel?" The old woman frowned deeply and could not help speaking up.
The goateed cultivator raised a brow