"Shopkeeper, your orders." Ling Qiumei said as her sword pressed against the neck of the Seven Valley Elder she just knocked down. Likewise, Ying Sha turned to Lin Mo as her hidden blade jutting out from under her wrist aimed directly at the other elder's throat.
The two elders, men who had opened six Gates and commanded thousands, were currently trembling.
The cold steel against their skin was terrifying, but the indifferent gaze of the man in the green and white uniform was far worse. It was the gaze of a being who viewed them not as martial masters, but as defective products on a shelf.
"Orders?" Lin Mo repeated, tapping his chin thoughtfully. He looked at the kneeling army, then back at the two defiant elders. Then, he opened his mouth, spouting something nonexistent beforehand, "In our Divine Convenience Store, I have a policy regarding defective goods. We try to repair them. If they cannot be repaired, we discard them. It's a matter of efficiency."
