Su He followed Baiyin inside and saw two people arguing. There were also five desiccated corpses on the ground.
An imposing middle-aged man sat cross-legged on a meditation cushion, while a pinched-faced, monkey-cheeked fellow was clenching his fists tightly, glancing at the desiccated corpses on the ground.
Both men seemed completely unaware of Su He and Baiyin's arrival.
The middle-aged man dropped the corpse he was holding in his hand, slightly opened his eyes to look at the pinched-faced junior brother with a helpless shake of his head and a bitter smile, "Junior Brother Sun, to defect is to defect, should one not sever ties completely with the past? To be in the Yuan Sovereign's camp with one's heart in Mystery Yellow will lead to a very miserable death!"
The junior brother gritted his teeth, "Brother Ma, even if my heart isn't in Mystery Yellow, one should not consume the souls of fellows from Mystery Yellow! Our master is the legit successor of Mystery Yellow!"
