"The Demon God consumed a blood offering, manifesting vitality. Its divine light flared, bestowing rewards before falling silent again."
"I heard all the disciples present received considerable benefits. It really makes one envious."
Chatting amongst themselves, the group quickly exited the Black Cell.
Bai Mo turned and lowered the cell bars.
He then took out the detention talisman from the Foreign Affairs Hall, traced a pattern on it with his finger, and handed it back to its owner.
"You can now return to the Foreign Affairs Hall and report that the task is complete."
All six disciples looked relieved.
"Busy for months, and now we can finally get some rest."
"We're fine, but it's a pity about our senior brother. He was badly hurt. Who knows if his foundation was damaged? I saw his face earlier—it was as pale as gold foil…"
Mi Mountain was not a place for social calls.
The disciples continued talking as they politely refused Bai Mo's offer of tea and headed outside.
