Underground Prison
Translator: La0o9
An airship flew in from above and landed next to the slaughterhouse.
The door of the airship opened and three figures walked out.
They were the cooks of the 23rd reserve corps, head chef Zhang, uncle Lu, and Zhang Xiao Yun.
"This is the place, Zhang Xiao Yun, you'll have to stay here for 5 days until you can return" uncle Lu told him.
Old man Zhang and uncle Lu both pinched their noses and scowled as they looked at the slaughterhouse.
A thick stench of blood filled the air, so much that they couldn't isolate it even if they used spirit energy, a really uncomfortable smell.
Furthermore, when so many monsters die in a single place like this, it was natural that the 5 Elemental Roots would become highly agitated and chaotic, causing those who frequently cycle spirit energy inside and outside their bodies, which are most cultivators, even more discomfort.
"Xiao Yun, are you feeling ok?" old man Zhang asked worriedly.