Recruitment
Editor: Misty Cloud Translations
"The other two?" She leaned against the trees and shook the wine gourd in her hand gently. With her eyes squinted and her voice absent-minded, she was like a cat basking in the sun in the afternoon, filled with a languid air.
She looked at the devilry cultivator with a weird smile and answered him unhurriedly. "They are dead."
Hearing this, the devilry cultivator's eyes shrank. "Did you kill them?"
Feng Jiu took a sip of wine. "No, they died under the claws of ferocious beasts. I saw them being torn to pieces by a group of fierce beasts and their bones were all gnawed away."
As soon as she uttered this answer, the people around held their breaths and looked at the man in azure. Those two devilry cultivators were dead? Then, how did he manage to come back alive?