That's the cult leader's voice!
It is indeed the cult leader's voice!
But doesn't he usually dress as a man?
Why are you dressed like this today?
They're so beautiful it's almost... hard to tell their gender.
Li Quan's men are down to one.
The arrogance that once dictated the massacre of the White Moon Cult was completely gone from his demeanor.
His legs buckled, and he unconsciously knelt down.
Her lips were deathly pale as she stared in shock and fear at the man sitting leisurely on the high seat.
This is the legendary White Moon Cult Leader, who, according to popular belief, considers taking lives as salvation, uses human skulls as ornaments, and burns human relics into strings—
Ling Sijin.
"The...Master..."
"Didn't the Martial Alliance's annual tribute used to be much less?" Si Jin toyed with the folding fan in her hand, letting a few drops of blood flow down the fan ribs, staining the pure white fan surface with dazzling peach blossoms: "Is it the Alliance Leader who wants to increase the annual tribute, or is your Right Protector taking advantage of the Alliance Leader's illness to bully others?"
He deliberately slowed down his speech for the last few words.
The original owner's voice already contained a hint of gentle obsession.
Adding his emotional depth, it immediately gave people goosebumps.
"Master...Master, this is the leader of the martial arts alliance... Waaah..."
As the man was arguing, he suddenly saw Si Jin send out another folding fan.
In less than three seconds, his tongue was cut off.
The folding fan spun a few times in the air, drying off the blood, and obediently returned to Si Jin's hand.
"Shh-"
The man put his long, slender fingers to his lips, gesturing for silence.
The smile on his lips gradually widened, and he gently reminded her, "I haven't let you speak yet, so don't interrupt."
"Tell me, was it your Right Protector's idea to arbitrarily increase the annual tribute and exploit smaller sects?"
The person whose tongue had been cut off could not reply; he could only cover his bleeding mouth and sob softly.
"Oh, sorry, I forgot." Si Jin's peach blossom eyes brightened: "You can't speak anymore, how pitiful."
How about this?
As he spoke, he stood up and took a letter from his pocket.
He stepped forward and threw the letter in front of the man: "I have already sent a message by carrier pigeon to the Alliance Leader about what your Right Protector has done over the years. After he receives this letter, he should take care of himself."
"Otherwise, I'll dismantle his skeleton and use it as a kite!"
After speaking, he tilted his head slightly.
His long, black hair swayed slightly with the gilded hairpin on his head, further highlighting his stunningly beautiful, androgynous face.
He asked with a smile, "Do you understand?"
The man held the letter in both hands and nodded frantically.
"You understand now, so why aren't you getting out of here?"
The man immediately got up and fled the White Moon Cult at top speed.
After scaring the people away, Si Jin strolled over to the Third Elder and quickly put his dislocated arm back in place.
He ordered in a deep voice, "Dispose of these corpses, pack them into boxes, and return them to the Right Protector of the Martial Alliance."
"yes!"
Only after seeing Si Jin to the door did the elders of Baiyue Hall breathe a slight sigh of relief.
Why do they feel that the cult leader is more sinister than before?
And that women's clothing, because of his small frame, looked perfectly natural on him.
Why dress like this?
"The...leader."
The Grand Elder was a close friend of Si Jin's father, who controlled half of the White Moon Sect. He watched Si Jin grow up and cared for him the most.
After much deliberation, he finally couldn't resist and chased after them, calling out to them.
"Master, where did you get these clothes from?"
Why would a perfectly normal man wear women's clothing?
"It was given to me by my junior uncle."
Si Jin lifted the wide sleeves of her light gauze-like garment, innocently revealing the conspiracy that the original owner's ambitious junior uncle had been hiding for more than ten years.
He said, "My junior uncle said that I am a woman, and it is only right and proper for me to wear these clothes."
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