"D-Do we really have to spit?"
The Core Disciple glanced at Nalan Qingtian's body, which hung in midair, swaying with the wind. It was covered in wounds and had clearly been dead for days. He spoke, unable to bear the sight.
Two Celestial Alliance Core Disciples glared at him and said angrily, "If you don't spit, you're an enemy of our Celestial Alliance!"
"That's right. Anyone who dares to oppose our Celestial Alliance..."
The other Core Disciple, his face radiating an intense sense of superiority, started to speak, but a sudden gust of wind forced his mouth shut before he could finish.
WHOOSH—
The unexpected gale kicked up a cloud of sand, forcing the two Celestial Alliance Core Disciples to squint.
When they opened their eyes again, they saw a young man standing in midair before the wooden post, gazing at Nalan Qingtian, who was hanging by a noose.
