The Raksha Princess's pretty eyes gradually turned gloomy. "Transfer the life lantern miniatures over."
"T-There aren't life lantern miniatures."
"None?" The Raksha Princess raised her voice as she stared sullenly at the female who was trembling uncontrollably at the door.
"Useless thing, scram out of here." The Raksha Princess forcefully flicked her sleeve, which sent a mighty mystic energy ripple at the female. This knocked her flying in a split second, and she collapsed on the ground while vomiting two mouthfuls of fresh blood.
"Snakie, don't you find this fishy? The people I sent were basically level-seven to level-eight mystic cultivators, with even a level-two spiritual cultivator among them! There's someone who's able to quietly eliminate such a team, so that not even a strand of their soul miniatures could be transmitted back. Isn't this odd?"
