"This isn't really worth it," Dong Huiying stroked her chin, seated in a Taishi Chair.
She thought about how Huang Qi and her people were tighter-lipped than clams, and as for herself, although she could perform Gu Refinement, the usually infallible True Word Gu had failed against Huang Qi's group. So what to do, kill them?
Rushing to cause deaths before the situation was clear seemed unwise, but keeping them? Not knowing whether they were foes or allies, having to feed and house them every day — wasn't that too much trouble?
She blinked, thinking to herself, why has the Master behind Huang Qi and her group remained silent?
Shouldn't they make a move by now?
After all, there were over a dozen lives at stake here, and each one was well-trained, clearly products of much effort.
To abandon them just like that?
Such audacity, don't they feel the loss at all?
About five or six days passed.
