Even the man leading them did not know the answer to that question, so the other Soulguiding Sect disciple was even less likely to know.
The three fell silent for a long while. None spoke, but eventually, their physical exhaustion won out, and they closed their eyes to regulate their breathing.
The night passed swiftly. The three seemed to have recovered some of their spirits, yet inexplicably, their bodies still felt weak.
They all knew that this weakness came from the mysterious pills Su Jiu had given them. Along with a dawning understanding of those unknown pills came a growing urgency.
Yes, they were eager to return to their sect and find a medical cultivator to examine their condition.
But Heaven did not bend to human wishes. Before the three could reach the Teleportation Array on the Yin River Continent, two people sprang from the shadows.
The two black-clad figures wore close-fitting combat attire. One glance was enough to tell that they were assassins.
After all, the three were Nascent Soul Realm cultivators and could be considered well versed in the ways of the world.
Thus, the moment they saw the pair, they guessed their identities.
While fending off the Shadow Pavilion assassins' attacks, the leader begged, "Who paid for our lives? We're willing to pay twice the price to buy our lives back."
As far as the leader knew, the Shadow Pavilion had always worked for money. Provided the payment was sufficient, they could do most things for their clients.
The reason it was only most things was that there were always some assignments they could not accept.
But there were exceptions to everything.
Having never dealt directly with the Shadow Pavilion, the leader knew only a few superficial details, not the rules and principles that governed it.
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