“Xiao Fan, lead the way to the back mountain,” Lin Mo said, his calm voice cutting through the stunned silence of the Grand Sword Plaza. “Tie Niu, Dr. Gu—bring the medical van and the Bolt-Cutter Unit.”
“Right away, Boss!”
Sixteen-year-old Xiao Fan (Goodness: 91/100) and Lin Wan’er (Goodness: 89/100) didn’t waste a second. They sprinted toward the pine-shaded stone path behind Mount Qingcheng’s main peak, while Lin Mo, Chu Lingxiao (Goodness: 97/100), Dr. Gu Qinghe (Goodness: 96/100), and Tie Niu (Goodness: 93/100) marched right past the obsidian dais.
Up on his cracked jade throne, Sect Master Xuanji (Goodness: 11/100) scrambled out from under the severed halves of his ceremonial banner. His legs shook so badly he nearly tripped over the hem of his crane robe as he hurried after them.
“Wait! Chairman Lin!” Sect Master Xuanji stammered, cold sweat pouring down his grey beard as he glanced nervously at the Rank-5 Nine-Phoenix Immortal Sword in Chu Lingxiao’s hand. “The back-mountain punishment yard is just a damp valley where we keep disobedient outer-sect servants! A noble billionaire like you shouldn’t dirty your shoes in a place that smells like night-soil!”
Lin Mo didn’t even slow his stride.
“Your main plaza smelled much worse five minutes ago,” Lin Mo said deadpan. “Keep walking, Sect Master. You’re going to sign their release paperwork in person.”
