"We can hand them over to those people. Falling into our Patrol Defense Office's hands means certain death, but if they're caught by those heartless guys, they'll find death even harder."
"You simply can't imagine how cruel those people are. They'll throw living humans into the alchemy furnace to turn them into elixirs, it's truly inhumane." Wu Qingcang couldn't help but frown as he said this.
"Hmm?" Yang Xiao was taken aback by what he heard, this method sounded so familiar.
Moments later, he couldn't help but feel a bit guilty. Is this considered cruel? In Yang Xiao's view, it wasn't a big deal. Back in the Esoteric Sect, he captured his good friend Bo Yetong, and tearfully turned him into an elixir. That elixir is now still hidden in Dean Sheng's shirt pocket.
Hearing Wu Qingcang's words, Yang Xiao realized the biggest problem with the Patrol Defense Office: they're too wasteful, not practical at all. What good is killing these guys?
