Sect leader Zhao felt his soul depart from his body little by little but he didn't want to die. Out of desperation, he forced out a word with great difficulty. "Di-din't," was all he could say with his lungs feeling like they had been set ablaze.
The cloaked man suddenly let him go and gently slapped his face twice saying, "Good.... good. Keep him away from your slutty disciples otherwise, you will suffer the consequences. Now leave!"
Sect leader Zhao was in excruciating pain but despite his injuries, he ran off like he had been granted amnesty, a new lease on life. He unsheathed his sword and flew back to his sect in a matter of minutes.
The cloaked man watched him leave with a pensive expression. He had thought of taking that Yao back countless times but it would be pointless he didn't remember anything and besides it wasn't the right time yet to exert revenge. He fixed the hood of his cloak and strode over to the odd structure in the eerie darkness.
