At that moment, Lü Zhong suddenly stopped, his gaze fixed ahead.
"Mmm… Mmm…"
The intermittent sounds of a woman's voice drifted out of the room.
The Spirit-Hosted Puppet was still carrying out Lü Zhong's orders. Tireless, it would not stop until midnight.
In the shadows not far away, three figures were lurking.
"Pah! What a waste of good women on a pig."
One of them cursed, indignant.
"Exactly! We finally managed to lure in two good-looking female cultists, but I never thought we'd let that piece of trash have them!" the other chimed in, clearly furious that the Heling Sect disciple inside had taken both beauties for himself.
Why should they be stuck outside, all hot and bothered, while some piece of trash from a Sect gets to have a woman in each arm?
"Shut up!" a woman's voice snapped from beside them.
