"What did you do to the Ravenhill villagers?" Mo Jian asked calmly, staring at the scholarly man.
On his knees, the scholar was still in shock at what had just happened. Over twenty Peak Core Refining Warriors served as guards for a mere caravan.
How was that possible?
At their stage, only a few things could move their hearts. Their only pursuit was to break through to the Golden Core Realm.
Yet, here they were, willing to become mere guards.
Even though they were nothing but mere bandits, he still retained his pride as a Peak Core Refining Warrior.
While he was lost in thought, a middle-aged woman approached him, forced his mouth open, and placed a pill.
He glared at the woman in a Daoist robe and sneered. If they thought they could pry out any secret from him—
They were mistaken.
Mo Jian looked at the scholar without worry. A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
He was waiting for the pill to take effect.
