Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability Chapter 3160: We Must Seek Justice No Matter What

"Alright, Senior Sister."

Upon hearing her directives, the others promptly gathered the herbs, preparing to seek out a secluded spot to continue their efforts in concocting the antidote.

However, as they turned, the Sect Master appeared before them.

"Greetings, Sect Master."

Noticing their Sect Master, they readied themselves for a formal salute.

Yet, the Sect Master waved her hand, halting their gesture.

"No need for formalities."

The Sect Master had already overheard the conversation of these female disciples and, deep down, felt a profound sense of unease.

If an antidote couldn't be developed swiftly, their predicament would become dire, as members of the major clans could relentlessly pursue them at any moment.

"All of you, pack these herbs and follow me to a secure location."

She swiftly made the decision that remaining here was no longer an option; they needed to relocate to a safe haven. This couldn't be accomplished alone; she required these disciples skilled in poisons. Their survival was paramount for neutralizing the poison.

"Yes, Sect Master."

The female disciples acknowledged their Sect Master's command.

The more perceptive among them immediately grasped the Sect Master's intention to evacuate. Lingering meant certain demise.

It was fortunate that their expertise lay in poisons, otherwise, the Sect Master would not have considered bringing them along.

With this thought, they quickly turned back, intending to gather more herbs as a precaution. Observing their compliance, the Sect Master turned and departed once more.

It wasn't just the poison-wielding disciples she needed; other disciples would have to accompany them. For starters, they would be essential for carrying additional provisions.

Although the supplies near Little Forest had been pilfered, a portion still remained within.

At this critical juncture, even her own Sect's disciples seemed secondary in the face of life and death; as long as she could endure, the fate of those disciples was of little consequence.

She proceeded to seek out a select group of her trusted female disciples, tasking them with packing provisions of food and water, ensuring they were prepared to depart with her at a moment's notice.

While she was issuing these crucial instructions, a chaotic uproar had erupted both within and beyond the confines of Little Forest. No one was oblivious; sensing their Original Soul energy steadily diminishing, they couldn't help but notice.

Everyone frantically sought out individuals knowledgeable in poisons nearby, desperately trying to ascertain the cause of the situation.

They had to comprehend that this was a desert; without their Original Soul energy and with their supplies stolen, survival would be a monumental challenge with mere empty horse carriages.

The female disciples were in a comparatively better situation, awaiting their Sect Master's further word. But outside Little Forest, the male cultivators were gripped by extreme panic.

A considerable number hailed from prominent clans. While direct descendants were few, many belonged to collateral branches. Though not as fortunate as the primary lineage, they had never endured such hardship, nor had they ever experienced such profound fear.

Stripped of their Original Soul energy, what would they become?

"Could the words spoken earlier by those individuals be true? Is the Saintess Sect truly orchestrating some earth-shattering conspiracy?" someone voiced, a seed of doubt planted.

At this moment, no amount of charming words could sway them any longer; Original Soul energy was the very lifeblood of every cultivator.

"Could it be that our Original Soul energy has been siphoned away by the Saintess Sect through some clandestine method?"

"The Saintess Sect is utterly despicable; how could they perpetrate such an act? No, we cannot let this slide; we must demand justice!"

If their Original Soul energy was indeed pilfered by the Saintess Sect, they were resolved to seek retribution, no matter the cost!