"What shall we do now, master?" A subservient voice asked after some time.
"We do nothing. We have only to go home." Yao Bing replied and shivered from the ordeal. He has contracted a 10th Stage Core Creation Realm Assassin who was now space dust in the wind.
It was not hard to imagine his fate if he took the job up front and personal. Yao Bing smiled because he knew that he had escaped the scythe of death at this time.
"Not today, old friend. Not today." Yao Bing whispered and left Aurora in great haste.
With how fast the group was traveling, it was not an exaggeration to say that the devil was literally on their tails at this moment.
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Back in the ruins of a certain ancestral home, a man was seen standing in deep thought. A huge chunk of the structure was missing from the picture.
As such, it appeared quite funny to anyone who was looking from the outside in. But strangely enough, the atmosphere in the house was anything but funny.