"Within the time it takes an incense stick to burn, the Third Seat's people will be here. Once they discover the credit to be gained from capturing Xu Taiping's senior sisters and brothers, we'll have to give them a share. Are you really content to share the credit with them?"
Huihai asked coldly.
At these words, a clear look of resentment appeared in the Faceless One's eyes as well.
"Lord Huihai, although we can't break through the barrier outside the Wondrous Sound Hall in so little time, we can find a way to force Xu Taiping's senior sisters and brothers out!"
Another Faceless One beside him made the suggestion.
As he spoke, he beckoned, ordering two subordinates to bring over several severely wounded cultivators under guard.
At the sight, Huihai immediately understood. Folding his arms across his chest, he looked at the two subordinates and said:
"You have only half an incense stick's time."
"Understood."
The two Faceless Ones cupped their hands toward Huihai in unison. Then one of them grabbed a gravely wounded elderly cultivator, dragged him out, and kicked him to the ground.
"I remember you called Zhao Linglong your senior sister, didn't you?"
The elderly cultivator merely snorted and turned his head away, looking as though he would not speak even if they beat him to death.
Had Xu Taiping been there, he would certainly have recognized the elderly cultivator as his Eighth Senior Brother, Wu Liang.
Whoosh!
The Faceless One immediately drew the long whip at his waist and lashed Wu Liang hard with a crack.
Had it been an ordinary whip, Wu Liang probably would not have made a sound. But the instant this Faceless One's whip struck him, countless tiny bone spikes sprouted from it and swiftly pierced the flesh of his back.
When