"Gang Leader!"
Returning to the gang, the two men in black robes promptly sought the Iron Corpse Gang leader, the man known as Iron Soul, to relay the circumstances of their mission.
Iron Soul, a robust man with dark, rugged features and a physique resembling an iron tower, exuded an intangible imposing presence when he sat.
Hearing their report, he could not help but curse:
"You were frightened by a mere Thunderring Cultivator! You're both utterly useless!"
The two men kept their heads low, not daring to speak.
They knew even before their return that they would be berated, but in order to conserve strength, they simply had to bear it.
Thankfully, apart from cursing them, Iron Soul did not penalize them.
Though cultivators of the Demonic Dao were ruthless, they were not fools. They would not foolishly gnaw at a bone they could not bite through. Instead, they would return for reinforcements—that was the logical course of action.
