Half a pot of tea later.
Chen Dengming looked at the corpses of the North Spirit Sect Disciples scattered on the ground and frowned as he gazed at the Golden Core Divine Spirit, which knelt devoutly before him, fearlessly embracing death, feeling a sense of strangeness in his heart.
These Golden Core cultivators of the North Spirit Sect were deathly afraid of the threat of total annihilation, yet as soon as the North Yin Holy Mother was mentioned, they would become incredibly devout, refusing to divulge any information related to her, even at the risk of their lives.
"The North Yin Holy Mother's techniques for controlling the heart are truly formidable. As expected of the Holy Mother, even ordinary Sect Disciples let alone, but even the late-stage Golden Core cultivators are so unwaveringly loyal that they're not even afraid of spirit and body both perishing..."
Chen Dengming shook his head inwardly, somewhat disappointed.
