392 The Beauty of Idiotic Enemies

"Master, I thought you'll pay the Sect a year after you met me? There's still five months before that."

"Leo, don't be a fool, I'd be a fool to really go through a promise like that. Now, go back, I need to kill everyone here." Wang Ling casually walked and when they reached a certain distance from the Sect's main gate, Leo stopped his steps.

"I wish you the best of luck, Master." 

Wang Ling ruffled the young boy's hair and then, his steps resumed. A smile appeared on his face as he cracked his neck. 

A young man appeared next to him, replacing Leo, "Is the preparations complete, Irta?"

"It is, Grandmaster, the civilians have been evacuated, the disciples of the city have all been subdued, and the Sect is taking notice of our movements. In about a minute the Sect will react and send out people to search for us."

"Good, what about the location of the Elders? Are they inside the Elder Hall as they call it?"