The Calligraphy and Painting Hall stopped outside the Medical Hall.
Li Mo peered through the window of the Medical Hall, and could see shadows darting about inside. Every now and then, Zhou Fawei's irate roars erupted, accompanied by the chilling sound of iron saws slicing through bones.
He observed for a brief moment and discovered that the Medical Hall was mostly filled with Puppet Cultivators.
It was evident that Tian Changwen had chosen to leverage the Slaughterhouse's rules without holding back, treating Deceit Beasts entirely as sacrificial pawns.
Under such circumstances, Tian Changwen letting him leave made sense.
Li Mo sighed. Tian Changwen's moves were all perilous gambles. Hundreds of cultivators had been trapped in the Slaughterhouse, and even though the Qingfang Taoist was overseeing the situation, it didn't guarantee absolute security.
If something went wrong, Tian Changwen would lose everything.
