Many an assassin's face was beaten beyond recognition by their own parents, pitiful indeed.
"Tie them all up,"
Lin Changhong brought over some hemp ropes and handed them to Zhong You and Zhe Jue, instructing them to do the tying.
"Sangsang, what's our next move?"
He looked at his younger sister and asked.
Although these people's spiritual power wasn't much to speak of, if those standing before these assassins were only Yue Chushui, who couldn't cultivate spirit, and a few others who had just begun their cultivation,
they would undoubtedly face a calamity of immense proportions, likely dying without even knowing how.
"Naturally, we're going to have a meeting with the lady of the Yue Family." Lin Caisang lifted her hand, touching her chin as she spoke.
"You're talking about confronting Luo Mianyi?"
Lin Changhong raised an eyebrow, his eyes filled with disapproval.
