Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability Chapter 3135: Go Soothe Those Brats!

"Even if you wish to pry, you cannot leave at this moment. Do you not observe the surveillance over there?"

Indeed, several female disciples belonging to the Saintess Sect were conducting patrols. Ostensibly, it was a measure against potential demonic beast assaults, yet this location was a vast desert, offering unobstructed views. The notion of an unseen demonic beast attack seemed improbable. It was more likely that these individuals were positioned to monitor those who were not members of the Saintess Sect.

"Tch."

The others cast their gazes in that direction and found the female disciples indeed observing them.

"They truly are."

They were being scrutinized as if they were not even human. Here in the desert, with no intention of departing.

"I deem this assignment perilous. We are currently within the desert. Could it be that the Saintess Sect is orchestrating another significant, earth-shattering event?"

"Unlikely."

The companion who received this response turned slightly pale, casting a wary glance at their associates. Their sole objective was financial gain, not entanglement with the peculiar disciples of the Saintess Sect. Facing genuine danger, they lacked the courage to persist.

"Is the Saintess Sect concocting another scheme?"

The Saintess Sect had a history of plotting, invariably resulting in failure and invariably causing suffering to the inhabitants of the Seasonal Moon Plane.

"Should we depart now?"

"It's not as simple as leaving whenever the desire strikes. We must proceed with caution." The leader shook his head with a sigh. Having already stumbled into this predicament, extricating themselves would prove challenging.

It was no wonder the Saintess Sect had so meticulously concealed those children previously, refraining from divulging any information to them. They feared the children might abandon the group if they were aware. Now stranded in the desert without the Saintess Sect's aid, escape was impossible, compelling the sect to reveal its true intentions. It was regrettable that they perceived the reality but were powerless to alter it.

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Meanwhile, upon hearing the children's laments, not only Respected Master Liao but also several other Elders from the Saintess Sect exhibited displeasure.

"You incompetent lot, can you not quiet those little ones? Crying incessantly, what is there to cry about? Have they not been given sustenance and water?"

A venerable elder with white hair reprimanded the disciples in his vicinity. The arduous journey was taxing enough, and a moment of respite would have been welcome. However, the incessant crying of those youngsters, as if the very heavens were collapsing, persisted without abatement. Were it not for the significant purpose these children served, he would have long ago twisted their necks and repurposed them as playthings.

"Why do you stand idly by? Cease the brats' crying at once!"

"Yes, Senior Master."

The female disciples, not daring to falter, moved to pacify the distressed children. However, these crying youngsters, many of whom had been illicitly acquired from prominent clans and were accustomed to pampering, proved difficult to soothe with mere comforting words. Prior to entering the desert, they had been well-provided for and had the luxury of traveling by carriage. Now, in the desert's unforgiving terrain, devoid of the carriage's support, none were willing to trek forward. They remained rooted to the spot in their distress, crying until their breath was nearly spent. Had it not been for their cultivation levels, they might have wailed themselves to death.

"Cease this crying! If you persist, I shall administer thorough beatings!" The female disciples were at their wits' end; such continuous wailing risked raising suspicion among those ahead.