"Mm."
No one objected. After a quick glance around, they swiftly chose the corridor behind them and began retreating.
"Abbot, should we pursue them?"
Watching Guan Xing and the others retreat, a minor leader beside the abbot of the Imperial Fist Temple asked quietly.
"No need to worry. Someone is waiting for them outside. Night Raid... won't escape." The abbot of the Imperial Fist Temple appeared extremely confident, completely unconcerned that Guan Xing and the others might get away.
He would wait for the elders to return, then capture them all together. They had killed so many disciples of the Imperial Fist Temple—they had to be tortured a hundredfold before he could vent his anger.
After Leone, Guan Xing, and the others emerged from the corridor, they discovered that the area outside was already filled with disciples of the Imperial Fist Temple, who had completely surrounded them.
"...What do we do?"
Faced with so many people, Mine had none of her earlier confidence left.
"Hahahaha! Rats of Night Raid, you can no longer escape! Surrender obediently, and you might suffer a little less. Otherwise..."
At that moment, the abbot of the Imperial Fist Temple emerged with several middle-aged men clearly dressed differently from the disciples. They were probably the so-called elders.
With thousands of Imperial Fist Temple disciples surrounding Night Raid, he did not believe they could still escape.
"What do we do now? Fight our way out?"
Ignoring the abbot's words, Mine and Brandt looked toward Guan Xing, who appeared to be the youngest among them.
"It should be about time..."
Yet Guan Xing did not answer. Instead, she looked thoughtfully in another direction.
"About time for what?"
Hearing Guan Xing's words, the members of Night Raid froze, looking thoroughly confused.
"Chaos."
Guan Xing carried Zither's Sigh on