“The founder of the Plenilune Sect was the Nine-Tails divine empress, first wife to Grand Emperor Rowan of Phoenix Sect? It makes sense that we could feel the magnificent aura.”
“It’s also a great blessing to look at the two words every day,” Alex lauded.
Hermione raised her head and looked at them. She had seen them countless times and had felt nothing peculiar thus far.
At this moment, the two walked up to the main gate, guarded by a few disciples. However, Hermione was also famous in the Plenilune Sect and was the sect master’s favorite now, so who did not know Hermione?
Moreover, the ones guarding the gate were normally low-ranking disciples. Most of them were indirect disciples, and their status was worlds apart from someone like Hermione.
Upon seeing Hermione, they dared not refuse to approach and greet her.
“Good day, Senior Hermione!”
“Senior Hermione, you’re back!”
As for Alex, who had transformed into Donovan, not many people knew him and thought he was just an unfamiliar face in Plenilune Sect’s outfit. It was noted that these were disciples at the rock bottom of the Plenilune Sect, so how would they have the opportunity to meet Donovan, who was prominent throughout the entire Westem Ridge?
Facing her fellow disciples back here, Hermione’s returned to her cool, arrogant behavior. She snorted lightly and did not even deign to look at these people walking up the steps.
The few disciples did not dare to block her.
The paper doll’s shadow led the way, so Alex followed and walked forward. At this moment, he encountered a group of people walking over slowly.
Alex overheard them discussing something…
“Sigh, the female prisoner’s screams were getting louder these few days and didn’t even sound like a human voice. It’s so noisy that I couldn’t even sleep well at night.”
“That’s right! I don’t know what kind of torture the sect master has been using on her either. It’s terrifying to just hear about it.”
“I’m suddenly a little sympathetic for her. It’d be a liberation if she were to die sooner!”
A female prisoner? Torture?
Upon hearing these terms, Alex’s eyelids vibrated vigorously.
They were not talking about his senior, right?
Alex’s eyes were bloodshot. How could he calm down once he thought about her senior screaming horribly here every night?
Moreover, Hermione was the one who took her away.
“Go to hell!”
Being choked by Alex, Senior Hyde could not wait for his death helplessly, so he secretly took out a dagger smeared with deadly poison and stabbed Alex in the chest.
Clank!
Against all odds, the dagger couldn’t penetrate an inch of the chest as a layer of energy blocked it.
Crack!
Senior Hyde’s neck was snapped and broken by the powerful force. Endless murderous intent filled Alex.
It was because he heard the horrible scream. It was none other than the scream of his senior, Frostine.
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