Pupils Of The Same Master

It was pure chaos outside. A faraway siren sounded in the distance. Liu Zheng was still leaning on the doorframe as he reminded Leyang Tian kindly, "Tangtang, you don't have to worry about Enlightened San Wei's body but you should think about those cultivators who had been killed by witchcraft. There were a hundred heads placed there, you would be in no small trouble."

Leyang Tian seemed to feel very comfortable with his nickname. His expression was that of satisfaction. He did not give the hundred or so lives much thought, "There's no need to worry, those aren't corpses anymore. They might look like human heads and human skin but if they were brought back to be analyzed, it won't be anything they'd recognize. They can only be regarded as hand-crafted items. I'm simply drying my crafts on the rooftop, certainly, that's not illegal... More so if it's my own rooftop."