Lu Xiao Lu watched as more and more martial arts masters gathered below, charging toward the middle of the sheer cliff face.
She gently shook her head. "They're truly mad."
These people clearly knew entering the cave mansion was dangerous, that almost none of them would make it inside, yet they still charged ahead without hesitation.
They had lost their reason, like gamblers with bloodshot eyes after losing everything.
Chu Zhiyuan said, "That's understandable. It's a cave mansion, after all. What martial arts master could refuse?"
Lu Xiao Lu snorted. "Not every cave mansion is worth exploring. Charging in rashly before figuring things out is exceptionally unwise... Senior Sister's cave mansion, you didn't rush into it either, did you?"
Chu Zhiyuan smiled. "We're different. After all, what we cultivate are the finest cultivation arts under heaven. We needn't care so much about other inheritances."
"...That's true." Lu Xiao Lu nodded.
The disciples of the Four Great Sects did not crave extraordinary arts and peerless techniques very much. No matter how formidable such arts were, they had no time to cultivate them.
Their own sect's cultivation arts were already profound enough, and time was already insufficient. Where would they find the energy to study other cultivation arts?
She said softly, "Junior Brother, you must be finding this exhausting, right?"
Chu Zhiyuan had to control the Flying Daggers to kill Myriad Blood Sect experts without killing ordinary martial arts masters.
The precision required was enormously draining on the mind. Just thinking about it made clear how difficult it was.
Chu Zhiyuan smiled. "Being able to kill fiends silently like this is quite good. No matter how tiring it is, I'm happy."
The Myriad Blood Sect had only so many disciples. Killing one more was one more eliminated.
Today was the best opportunity