Sonya turned around and looked at the remaining two.
In Evergreen Town, those two cultivators could walk around with their heads up high.
However, they were so scared by Sonya’s gaze that their knees went weak, and they knelt.
“I‘ve been bullied once before, so I’ve learned to seek revenge even for the slightest grievance.
If you have a death wish, you can try it again.” Sonya’s tone was indifferent, but it emitted an overpowering hint.
The two cultivators trembled in fear, and they did not dare to say anything but nodded their heads as hard as they could.
Then, as they were too afraid, tears started to pour down their faces.
After teaching this bunch of apprentices a lesson, Sonya sat cross-legged on his bed and started meditating.
The place was rich with spiritual Qi, and he did not want to waste any.
Time passed by, and soon, it was already late at night.
Although it was already autumn, the Heavenly Stars Sect did not have the bleak, fall atmosphere as it was a sacred region.
Hence, Sonya could still hear crickets in the forest outside.
The room was clean, and as for the people in the room, Sonya still sat cross-legged, meditating, whereas the rest of them curled up in their beds, deep in sleep.
Suddenly, a pair of eyes opened in the darkroom Samuel carefully looked at Joe, and seeing that he did not move, Samuel let out a sigh of relief, thinking that Sonya did not notice he was awake.
In his eyes, a hint of resentment flashed.
His injured check was already bound, and his entire head was already bandaged with a thick layer of dressings.
At a glance, Samuel appeared just like a bulging mummy, and he appeared extremely ridiculous.
Samuel’s wounded palm and shoulder were fixed by wooden clamps.
If he moved even the slightest bit, it would hurt Samuel so badly that tears welled up in his eyes.
Although he was a cultivator, Samuel’s injuries would need at least seven days to heal, especially since his healing medicines were all taken away by Edgar.
The seven days would be unbearable not only because of the wounds he sustained, but also the fact that he had to live in fear of Sonya every day.
At the thought of that, Samuel despised Sonya even more, and he wished to tear Sonya apart.
“Don’t you know I can openly blackmail others for spirit stones because more than half of those in the pouch is stunning, but I’ll have to give them to those disciples in higher realms!” Samuel scoffed, “I’ve just been promoted to the peak of first-stage Pulse Control Realm, and it’s not fully stabilized yet.
You attacked me and caused me a big loss, and I won’t let this matter go! I must make you pay! Just wait for someone to come and take care of you!”
Samuel glanced at Sonya again.
When he noticed that Sonya did not move, Samuel confidently took out a talisman from his chest.
It was a charm used to send messages, and Samuel used it to contact his support.
Then, Samuel exaggeratedly described the incident that happened today.
He focused on how Sonya did not submit to him and was despicable as he even made a sneak attack on Samuel.
Besides that, Samuel also conveniently created a fictitious scene where Sonya insulted the higher realm disciples.
Once Samuel was satisfied, he activated the talisman, wanting to send the message out.
However, a big hand suddenly appeared in the darkness, holding Samuel’s wrist Before Samuel could even react, his wrist was broken as a loud cracking sound came.
Then, his wrist immediately fell weakly, and the messenger that he was about to send out was snatched by the big hand.
Samuel looked up, and he saw Sonya’ s expressionless face under the moonlight.
“It’s you!” Samuel was so terrified that he felt his soul leaving his body.
At that time, he only felt as if all the blood in him was flowing to his brain as his limbs were cold, and he felt his heart sink.
Samuel could not even care about the pain from his broken wrist.
Nonetheless, Sonya ignored Samuel’s muffled scream, and he quickly looked through the message.
After reading it, he smiled at Samuel.
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