Chapter 3135: Go Soothe Those Brats!
Chapter 3135: Go Soothe Those Brats!
"Even if you want to snoop, you can’t go now. Can’t you see over there? They’re all watching us."
Over there, several female disciples from the Saintess Sect were patrolling.
It’s said to be a precaution against demonic beast attacks, but this is a desert. You can see far ahead; what demonic beast attack would be invisible?
Those people are likely here to keep an eye on those of us who aren’t disciples of the Saintess Sect.
"Tch."
The others looked in that direction and saw those female disciples glancing over at them.
"They really are."
They’re actually watching us, as if we’re not human. This is the desert, and we’re not going anywhere.
"I think this task is dangerous. We’re in the desert now. Could it be that the Saintess Sect is planning some earth-shattering event again?"
"Probably not."
The other person hearing this, turned slightly pale, glancing at his companions.
They’re just here to earn some money, not for those particular disciples of the Saintess Sect. If there’s real danger, they don’t dare to continue following along.
"Is the Saintess Sect plotting something again?"
The Saintess Sect hasn’t been without schemes, but they always end in failure, and it’s always the people of the Seasonal Moon Plane who suffer.
"Should we leave now?"
"It’s not like we can just leave whenever we want now. Let’s take things step by step." The leader shook his head with a sigh. They’ve fallen into this pit, and getting out isn’t easy.
No wonder the Saintess Sect hid those children so well before, without letting any hint slip to them. They’re afraid they would leave the group if they knew.
Now that they’re in the desert, without the Saintess Sect’s support, there’s no way they can get out, so the sect begins showing its true colors.
It’s a pity they see the reality but can’t do anything about it.
...
On the other side, upon hearing the children crying, not only did Respected Master Liao, but several other elders from the Saintess Sect also frowned.
"You useless bunch, can’t you calm those brats? Crying, crying all the time, what’s there to cry about? Have they not been fed or watered?"
A white-haired old man scolded the disciples around him.
The journey itself is tiring enough, and it would be nice to rest for a while, but those brats keep crying, acting as if the sky is falling and they’re unaffected.
If it weren’t for the fact that those brats have a big purpose, she would have twisted each of their necks and used them as balls long ago.
"What are you standing around for? Get those brats to stop crying!"
"Yes, Senior Master."
The female disciples dared not slack off and went to soothe the children.
But these crying brats, most of whom were stolen or snatched from major clans, pampered and spoiled, are not so easy to calm down with a few soothing words.
Before entering the desert, they were well-fed and could travel by horse carriage.
Now in the desert, without the carriage to carry them, none of them want to walk, anxiously rooted to the spot, now crying until they’re nearly out of breath.
If it weren’t for their cultivation levels, they might have cried themselves to death.
"Stop crying! If you keep crying, I’ll beat each one of you!" The female disciples were exasperated; if this crying continues, the people ahead will become suspicious.