As soon as the words fell, all the Inner Sect disciples became alert.
Their knowledge was limited, and connecting the dots led them only to conclusions like "the Dark Workshop set up an empty auction to lure them away," "the Inner City gates were tightly shut during the day, and the city smelled of blood."
This group comprised the young Eighth Grade powerhouses of the Blood Saber Sect, with many striving for Perfection and advancing to the Seventh Grade. Naturally, their thoughts were not simple.
Two "beads" linked, they immediately guessed the term "lure the tiger away from the mountain."
But what confused them was, they were not the tigers...
Soon enough, their confusion was resolved.
From afar came the solemn sound of horses' hooves once more.
The sound of hooves drew closer.
The crowd turned around to see a bearded man in a blood-stained white robe leading an old man covered in blood, along with a fat and a thin man, approaching from afar.
