Chapter 62 — The Demonic Cult
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The two looked back toward the open ground. Once that man had broken the silence, many others chimed in, and among them the Wild Wolf Daoist, though his cultivation was not high, seemed to have a most fiery temper, so that his voice rang loudest of all.
"He speaks sense! His venerable self, the Nether King, sits high above and naturally pays no heed to such trifles—but why should we suffer here for nothing? At the very least, someone had better give this old fellow an explanation!"
Elder Nian, hearing the disrespect in his words, frowned again and again, and was just reaching out to pull him back and bid him be quiet.
It was at that moment, amid all the clamor and argument, that a sweet woman's voice, cold in tone, spoke lightly: "Do you very much wish to know the reason?"
At the sound of that woman's voice Zhang Qingyue was shaken to the core, and his body involuntarily stretched out a little further. There, in the torchlight, in the direction the Demonic Sect faced, a woman in green robes slowly rose to her feet.
It was none other than Bili.