Jing Wen frowned slightly and asked with apparent concern, "If we're sent elsewhere, how will the blood sacrifices be arranged in the future?"
Steward Li's expression tightened slightly. "That is precisely the problem the Cult Master is considering at present.
"Given the current circumstances, I'm afraid we can only transport the offerings back to the Capital."
Jing Wen looked thoughtful. "But Blood Pills can only be stored for a limited time. Wouldn't that lead to considerable waste?"
Steward Li chuckled softly and waved a hand. "No matter. As long as we carefully control the number of people handed over, the Blood Pills won't go to waste."
His gaze grew serious as he looked at Jing Wen. "Although your previous hunts yielded quite good results, you must understand that unexpected mishaps are impossible to guard against completely, just like the injury you suffered this time.
"So you must never assume that hunting cultivators is easy. The moment you lower your guard, your life could be in danger."
Jing Wen hastily replied with respect, "Thank you for your careful guidance, Steward. I will certainly take it to heart."
Steward Li keenly noticed that Jing Wen still seemed full of questions, so he smiled. "There are no outsiders here. Say whatever is on your mind. There's no need to be so restrained."
Jing Wen hesitated for a moment before speaking. "Steward, if exchanging cultivation arts comes up in the future..."
Steward Li laughed heartily and explained, "You know what our Black Fiend Cult's cultivation arts are like.
"Once outsiders practice them, they can only depend on our Black Fiend Cult.
"That's why there's no need to keep these cultivation arts secret. On the contrary, the more outsiders who practice them, the better. That way, our cult's power can keep growing."
Jing Wen disagreed