Chapter 47 - 42: The World’s Number One Manluo Demon Pearl (Request for Follow-up Reads)_2
When the disciples saw how badly Steward Ma had been beaten, they were terrified and immediately fled a great distance. Ma Jiang’s status within the Sect was second only to a few Grand Chief Stewards, and he had close relationships with them, such as Gao Yunchao. If this lord were to kill them on the spot, it was likely no one would hold him accountable!
Lin Xuankong glanced at the haughty Steward Ma, cupped his hands, and said, "Thank you, Master!"
Then, he quickly walked into the courtyard. After several turns, he arrived at the storeroom door and looked down at the scattered bloodstains and some blood-stained Darts on the ground. He carefully inspected the surroundings. Seeing no one else around, he secretly activated the Manluo Demon Pearl, controlling the extending Manluo Demon Grass to wrap around a Flying Saber. When he sensed a reaction from the Demon Grass, he decisively retracted it and walked out of the courtyard.
Ma Jiang was somewhat surprised to see him emerge so quickly and asked, "Did you find anything?"
Lin Xuankong nodded. "I’ve got a few leads!"
Ma Jiang frowned and said, "Just do your best. Several thousand disciples in the Sect have already been mobilized. Even if we don’t catch them, others are searching. Those Flying Thieves definitely won’t get away!"
Lin Xuankong quietly sighed. His immediate superior is completely dedicated to the Sect... Unfortunately, even in the Yin Talisman Sect, filled with elites, there are probably very few people as devoted as Steward Ma. At the very least, I myself am far from being as selfless as Steward Ma!
As the two of them walked off into the distance, many disciples, who had been hiding at the gate, watched them go. Once Lin Xuankong and Ma Jiang were further away, a round-faced disciple hesitantly looked at Ma Rusong. "Steward Ma, someone broke into the storeroom. Do we need to report this to Steward Xua?"
Ma Rusong slapped him across the face. "Report my ass!"
The round-faced disciple clutched his face and dared not speak again.