The space opened up with a bright light.
Toa Mou stiffly watched as the cultivators poured out of it. Some of them looked slightly surprised by their sudden exit.
His eyes roamed around searching for that familiar face. The face that looked so much like his sister.
After ten minutes, he still couldn't find him.
"he's not out yet. Why is he not out yet? The others came out. Why is he not out yet..." he glanced at Qui le with a deep glare. "Find out why he is not out yet."
"it's.. this space spits out every cultivator after ten days. We can wait a bit and he will be pushed out right into our hands. Then we can kill him,"
"Kill him? No, he is my blood bank. I'm going to keep him just alive and I am going to drain his blood every ten days. If he is like that bitch he must have inherited full of our tribe's immortal blood." He delicately combed his pink hair.