Chapter 914 Chapter 914 Painting
The party went the sa way they arrived. Through a slow moving caravan once more.
"So we et again, Lady Immortal! Rest assured that your trip to White Mountain City shall be as flawless as a diamond's brilliance!"
The caravan leader tried to be poetic but failed miserably in the end. This was the sa angry man that had found our very own protagonist in the first place.
It was obvious that this wise man did not give up on making powerful connections through hugging an immortal thigh in his big thick arms.
"Then i shall entrust our lives in your capable hands, Master Wei Yi." Shen Rong nodded. After that, she got busy entertaining her most important guest in her midst.
One should know that she would get more returns the mont she introduced an expert into circle of her family.
But the greatest thing about this possibility was that she still has not known just how powerful our mysterious gar was.
To this, Clark could only shake his head since he really was nothing more but a re mortal in strength today.
Nevertheless, everybody had their respective plans and only ti will tell if who got to beco the biggest winner amongst them.
"Ready the horses at once! We shall depart for White Mountain City before night falls!" The caravan master Wei Yi bossed around his n.
Although they were bringing lesser product than when they arrived several days prior but this loss was sothing that Wei Yi anticipated.
The rewards for such a ager sacrifice was absolutely nothing to speak of!
"You heard our master! Move your lazy asses!" The most loyal servant of Wei Yi mirrored the command of his master. And just like that, the trip towards another city comnced.
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Peace and laughter in the camp serenaded everyone for a couple of days. It was until the seventh day on the trip that a suffocating atmosphere assailed everyone in full.
"THUD!"
"THUD!"
"THUD!"
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Almost everybody collapsed in a heap of unconsciousness while 3 remained standing still and well. This 3 was of course none other than Shen Rong, Shao Jiang, and our bored gar.
"You were a hard rat to find, Lady Shen. I did not expect that you would use the mortal ways of traveling at all. You have quite a creative head on your shoulders."
An old man appeared and said these words. This person covered his entire face with a mask but his age could not be hidden behind his tired tone at all.
"Did one of my siblings sent you? I have no wish to carry the mantle of my father's leadership. You are only wasting your ti here." Shen Rong replied.
She knew that she had many enemies within and outside her family and this was exactly the reason why she picked to go through caravans in her journey.
It was a discreet ans of going places and although it took so ti, the relative safety and obscurity it brought them was the most essential.
It did not need telling that Shen Rong has availed to this sche many tis before. Alas, it seed that her luck had run out already.
"So you also have the sa sibling rivalry of old? Funny. You're unfortunate because i was not sent by anyone of them. This one is personal." The masked cultivator clarified.
He had co here for revenge. Sons and daughters should not have to pay for the sins of their father but it appeared that Shen Rong shall have to bear witness to a night of death.
"Leave now, young miss. This person is powerful. I don't think that i can last even one exchange against him." Shao Jiang advised.
He walked forward bravely in order to fulfill his job in this world. He was born, raised, and trained exactly for this day. To serve as a at shield for his master's escape.
In his estimations, this old man was probably a lot closer to the Majestic Cloud Palace Master in power and realm. This was certainly not soone he could face and survive.
"A slave remains loyal in the end, only to die before my blade. There is sothing so wrong in this world we live." The masked old man comnted.
Nonetheless, that has not hindered him from acting. His raised a big sword into the air and the sa suffocating atmosphere scattered around him.
The sword just materialized in his hands and the dark aura it exuded perated the familiar aura of death and vehence.
It was as if the sword was alive but more than that, it was ravenous to the extre.
"Go back and live. These people are under my protection." Before anything violent can happen, our bored gar of course had to make his person known.
"Tsk. Tsk. Does having a rather ordinary face make invisible or sothing?" Clark had to grumble beneath his breath since everyone just made him insignificant all of a sudden.
It was our avid gar's turn to walk closer towards the enemy.
"This has nothing to do with you. Go away or I'll make you regret ever barging in tonight's conversation." The masked man warned in good intention.
Although he realized that this unknown person was also a cultivator in his own right but he dismissed him altogether. He could barely even feel any cultivation base from the young man.
This evening assassin reasoned that our good gar might have a cultivation deviation or sothing close.
"Okay then. I therefore judge that you are soone worthy of losing an arm to." Clark nodded and raised his left hand briefly.
"DING!" Mysterious symbols began to gather in his palms and unto the entirety of his arm.
"PUCHI!" Flesh, blood, and bones shattered in a flash. Within monts, our bored gar's arm turned into a picture of gore.
"..." Shen Rong and Shao Jiang stood stupefied on the spot. Both could not imagine what had prompted our good gar into the grave topic of self mutilation.
Luckily enough, the two of them were still alive to see what happened next.
"BOOM!" The figure of the masked man followed the sa example of our bored gar's left arm. More blood filled the air and the scene was painted in red.
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