Thinking of the miserable fate of those two sworn brothers he had never met, Yang Xiao let out a quiet sigh in his heart. In this world there is only one thing that can never be shared: power.
If it were some other crime, the High Priest might have shown mercy for old times' sake, but not this. This touched on royal authority, and had to be punished severely as a warning to all.
"Elder Sheng, roughly how many Holy Servants does the Esoteric Sect currently have?" Yang Xiao asked curiously.
"Quite a few, but I don't think it can be too many. After all, the threshold to become a Holy Servant is high; you need considerable strength, and the success rate isn't that great either."
Sheng Yanlin gave Yang Xiao a meaningful look and lowered his voice: "You should be grateful that this kind of bizarre thing doesn't come in large numbers. Otherwise, who knows what kind of trouble these bastards would stir up. People from the Yin Temple have no bottom line."
