The cold mountain wind howled across the devastated square of the Demonic Lotus Sect, stirring the pungent scent of scorched earth and drying blood.
Shen Haoran stood tall amidst the kneeling, newly branded elders, his robes completely untainted by the carnage around him.
He showed no further interest in the groveling captives, nor did he spare a second glance at the ruins of the grand pavilion.
He just simply turned his gaze towards Shen Xun'er, "Let's go, we still have work to do."
Shen Xun'er stepped into place immediately behind his shoulder, her hands gathered gracefully inside her embroidered sleeves.
"Understood, Young Master."
He then faced Su Xishi and the others, "I will leave the aftermath to you, I'm sure you can handle it, right?"
He spoke with total nonchalance, casually handing over the administrative control of thousands of enslaved elders and the vast resource treasuries of an entire sect as if he were tossing scrap copper to stray dogs.
