"So... one hundred and thirty unlucky souls will be chosen from among you."
"Everyone."
The Starlight Master smiled cruelly: "Take care of yourselves."
With a flash of his body, he vanished without a trace.
The work he had to do was done; now it’s up to Zhao Wushang and Zheng Yunqi to completely subdue these people with both kindness and authority.
It must be said, with such groundwork laid by the Starlight Master, Zhao Wushang and Zheng Yunqi’s task of subduing this group is a piece of cake.
Because once they’ve arrived here, besides staying, there’s nowhere else to go.
Sect Master’s Seal Divine Palace stated very clearly: if you can’t be retained at Worldwide Escort Agency, then don’t bother going back. Just die!
Therefore, the path ahead is singular.
There’s no need to worry about whether it’s King Yanluo or Soul Hooking Impermanence running the show here.
In fact, it hasn’t even taken ten days.
In seven days, nine hundred fifty people have fully t the standards.
To put it bluntly: even dogs raised from a young age and beaten daily aren’t as obedient and well-behaved as these people.
Additionally, under constant brainwashing by Zheng Yunqi and the other original Escort Agency mbers, this group has sohow reached a state of admiration bordering on worship towards the Starlight Master.
The Starlight Master, who rarely shows his face, has an unparalleled prestige among these people!
This is undeniably a miracle. It’s difficult to understand this group’s psychology.
Zhao Wushang and Zheng Yunqi are hastily arranging identities for them.
During those seven days, apart from visiting the Escort Agency a few tis, the Starlight Master spent most of his ti reveling and feasting.
The banquets at Baiyun Martial Academy.
The banquets at the Guardian Hall.
Valuable Black-eyed White Bear at was devoured al after al.
Fang Che also took out a large amount of silver from Worldwide Escort Agency, under Mr. Fang’s na at the Guardian Hall, to conduct a charitable campaign across Baiyun State.
It counts as doing sothing for the people before leaving.
He also took advantage of the darkness of night to clean up common rascals with bad records throughout Baiyun State.
Blood flowed like a river from the slaughter.
No rcy was spared!
This kind of act violates the law, as these ruffians don’t deserve death. So Mr. Fang did it anonymously, like a thief.
Others might feel enormous psychological pressure doing such things, but Fang Che is different, he has no reservations whatsoever.
However, the hearts of Baiyun State’s people erupted in jubilation.
On the eighth day.
On the plaza, incense candles filled the sky, smoke rising.
Fang Che lit incense candles, bidding farewell to tens of thousands of souls who died unjustly due to the Dream Demon.
Also bidding farewell to innocent people who died at the hands of Wei Wo Zheng Sect.
He quietly stood amid the rising smoke.
His face hidden in the smoke, his expression indistinct.
At night.
He went alone to West Mountain Cetery.
Bidding farewell to Ren Chang, Tang Zheng, and Zuo Guanglie.
Incense candles flickered.
"Ren Chang, how are you now?"
"Tang Zheng, do you regret this life? In your next life, will you still fight? If you’re blessed, in your next life, there will be no Wei Wo Zheng Sect, life will be peaceful, without calamity or suffering."
"Old Zuo..."
Fang Che stood woodenly, silent, yet speaking quietly in his heart.
Heroic souls endure, the journey continues.
After a long ti.
He finally turned and left.
And that very night.
On Feng Yunqi’s Heavenly chanism Peak, pouring rain swept down.
Almost nothing can be seen between heaven and earth.
Feng Yunqi and the Sixth Fang, in the midst of playing chess and chatting, were t by two unexpected guests.
"Why are you here?"
Feng Yunqi and the sixth Fang were stunned.
The first person had just left this place, it was Xue Fuxiao; but the other person was horrifying.
A gentlemanly deanor, composed and calm. It was Guardian Chief Strategist, Dongfang Sansan.
This was truly chilling!
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