After a whoosh.
A purple formation appeared and swallowed the man who was about to self-destruct.
The man vanished, leaving that patch of space empty. Then came a gurgle, as though an invisible purple bubble had burst.
A purple wound appeared in that patch of space, spilling out a puddle of flesh and blood.
Duan Jihong's figure then appeared before everyone.
"Say, old man Fangshan, have you actually been doing any work while staying in the sect?"
"How did you screen the people infected with Gu? With your backside, or your elbows?"
The man beneath Mu Ting's blade saw that all was lost. His eyes rolled back, and he lunged forward, actually impaling himself.
With that, both spies from the Illusionless Gu Sect were dead.
True Person Fangshan's face darkened, and Duan Jihong's rebuke left him momentarily speechless.
After a moment's thought, he immediately barked, "Investigate! Which lineage, which group, and which group leader was responsible for him?"
"Where is his group leader? Each lineage oversees a Thousand-Person Team, each team has ten groups, and each group has a hundred people."
"Can't you even screen a hundred people?"
At these words, everyone fell utterly silent. Only the autumn wind rustled through the mountains, coming from who knew where.
A moment later, a cultivator squeezed out of the crowd. "Supreme Elder Fangshan, this man seems to be... from the Supreme Elder Lineage."
Fangshan's face immediately flushed red, his anger flaring even higher. "Mo Tianji?"
"Was this man from your Thousand-Person Team?"
Mo Tianji had been hiding behind Nan Shang and a group of disciples who studied formations. Now he had no choice but to sigh and slowly step forward.
"Reporting to the Supreme Elder, this man was only transferred to me yesterday. I only recently took charge of the Thousand-Person Team,