Huo Hai floated in the air. The people below saw him, but none dared say anything rash. If he decided to kill them, they would be in trouble. Who knew whether he held a grudge against the Ghost Medicine Sect?
"My lord, my lord, we really weren't responsible for this. We were forced into it too. Please spare us." Wu Sheyun had left in such a hurry that three people had been left behind. None of them was particularly strong, however. Only one was a first-level Spirit Emperor, while the other two were merely Spirit Emperors. No wonder they had been abandoned.
By now, Huo Hai had gradually regained his ability to speak. He glanced at the three men, but had no interest in them. Wu Sheyun had already seen his face, so having three more people see it made no difference.
His biggest problem now was finding a way to evade pursuit while improving his cultivation. Although the Ghost Medicine Sect was one of the Eight Gates, a top-tier force, Huo Hai did not believe they would fight him to the bitter end over a single person. At most, that person's relatives would come looking for trouble. Surely they would not go so far as to send out a Spirit Saint?
As long as he did not show any intention of becoming the Ghost Medicine Sect's enemy or provoke them further, he believed he would be fine after lying low for a while. If it was only Wu Sheyun and his elders, Huo Hai was not particularly worried.
It was only an arm, something easily healed in the Central Domain. He had merely taught the man a lesson, not killed him or destroyed his spirit source. Besides, this whole incident had arisen from the Ghost Medicine Sect's own affairs.