Having said that, she wasted no time, immediately pulling a Blood Command Talisman from her sleeve and crushing it!
In an instant, sharp whistles of rushing air rang out from every direction across the Sect.
Within moments, the space before the little pavilion was packed with female elders, some voluptuous, others slender, each with her own distinctive charm.
"Hall Master Wang, we were busy at this late hour. Why call us all over? Surely you didn't summon us just to admire this dried-up corpse?"
"Huh? How did this fellow die? It looks... like he wasn't sucked dry!"
"Why isn't the Sect Master here yet?"
Hall Master Wang ignored their chatter and paced anxiously back and forth.
A fair-faced man in a brocade robe floated over from afar, yawning.
The moment he appeared, everyone fell silent.
He was Wang Luan, Sect Master of the Ten Thousand Flowers Sect.
His eyes were bleary with sleep, his voice tinged with languor. "Hall Master Wang, what's all this fuss about in the middle of the night?"
"Don't tell me... someone enjoyed our services without paying?"
Hall Master Wang immediately approached him and whispered a few hurried words into his ear.
"What?!" Wang Luan exclaimed, instantly wide awake, his alluring eyes widening into circles.
"A Demon Cultivator?!"
"Huh? A Demon Cultivator?!"
The twittering female elders farther away erupted into an uproar as well, their craning necks shrinking back.
"Where's the Demon Cultivator?"
Wang Luan's gaze landed on the corpse beside the rockery, and he rushed over, taking the steps two at a time.
He looked down. Although the demonic qi on the corpse had already dissipated, its sinister, savage aura still made his scalp prickle!
He had once had the good fortune to attend the Emperor Pavilion's demon-slaying assembly.
The demonic qi lingering in these