บท 867: Medicine Handler

"Let's go," The two lasses in purple nodded and led the way. 

Chu Li left the martial arts field under everyone's watchful gaze and heaving sighs. 

Even if they were hostile to Chu Li and were dying to get rid of him, at the sight of him paddling behind the torture chamber's disciples like a helpless prey, they could not help but sympathize and revere at the church's rules 

The winds were bitterly cold, as they scraped through his face like blades. The fragrance on their bodies wafted and grew faint. However, since Chu Li's sense of smell was exceptionally sharp, he strolled along following their faint fragrance. 

Thoughts were running through his head as he trotted along. 

On this trip to the torture chamber, regardless of how heavy the punishment, it would not be to the extent of banishing him from the faction or crippling his martial arts.