Inside the cave mansion on the mountain cliff.
"You, you, you, obediently come out, present yourself properly, and if you serve this old man well, you won't need the corpse nurturing."
The black-faced elder cultivator walked over to the cage with annoyance, lifting his hand to unlock three iron cages, one of which contained an early-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator. However, she had already been sealed with corpse techniques, leaving what was once powerful abilities reduced by ninety percent.
Compared to the other female cultivators' gaze, this early-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator still had a subtle sharpness in her eyes.
There was refusal, and there was determination.
But this determination was mostly wiped away by the heart-devouring pain the black-faced corpse cultivator inflicted with a wave of his hand using corpse techniques.
