The prison still echoed with the groans of shattered seals and the rattling chains of the freed elders, but Lin Mu did not linger there long.
He knew they had struck at the heart of the cult, and yet, a decisive blow was not just the killing of its leader... it was the dismantling of everything the Drowned Crescent Cult had hoarded and hidden over the centuries.
"Take them outside," Lin Mu ordered, his tone firm but calm as he gestured for Meng Bai and Daoist Chu to escort the frail elders away. "They need air and time to recover."
Their safety and survival of the utmost priority.
He then turned his burning gaze back to Lame Yu, who flinched as though the weight of a mountain pressed against his back.
"You said there are vaults," Lin Mu said, voice low and unyielding. "Show me."
Lame Yu bowed until his head struck the ground again, leaving a faint smear of blood on the cracked stone. "Y-yes, Master Lin… this way, please."
