Reluctant

Following the black-robed man's gesture, the subordinate could only see a large number of staff in the desert. At first, he did not understand. "Sect Master, I don't understand."

The corners of the black-robed man's lips curled up slightly under his mask. "These people, right here."

The subordinate suddenly looked up. Because of surprise, his voice changed. "What do you mean??"

The black-robed man did not answer again and turned to leave. However, his silence was already his answer.

The subordinate looked up at the crowd not far away. It was clearly close to forty degrees Celsius, but he felt his heart turn cold.

Their hands were more or less stained with unclean blood, but the people in front of them were not just a few people. There were more than ten thousand of them.

The subordinate's legs were a little weak. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead. After thinking for a long time, he finally went to see the black-robed man in fear.