Chapter 2162
Ethan left the cave and followed the rest back to the kitchen.
The others left after they placed their wicker baskets down, cursing as they made their way out.
“Who cares if they’re sect leaders? They’re all dogs waiting for the slaughter now.”
“They act all high and mighty all the time. They probably didn’t expect to end up like this.”
“It feels so good trampling on their pride like that. Hahahahaha!”
The misfortunes of their prisoners filled these disciples with glee. Their souls had become twisted with malice and from similar treatment that they had suffered at the hands of others. Their most glorious moments were when they subjected these sect leaders and elders to humiliation and mockery.
After all, they were merely Outer Court disciples, the lowliest of all disciples in Titan Sect.
“Who knows how long the poison is going to stay in their systems? We should be careful. We’re not their match without the poison in their bodies,” Ethan said.
The fearful look on his face drove everyone into laughter.
“You’re such a coward. What are you afraid of?” One of the disciples said. “Elder Foster’s been drugging them with poison all this while. The poison’s not leaving their systems any time soon. There’s nothing to be afraid of. Go ahead and push them around. I’ll teach you how to do it. Hahahahaha!”
The disciples jeered in unison.
Ethan scratched his head and gazed at the other disciples with adoration in his eyes. “You’ll have to teach me how!”
He silently remembered Elder Foster’s name.
This was the man who had been drugging the sect leaders and elders with poison. He was the one holding onto the poison. Things would go more easily now that Ethan knew who had the poison.
Ethan followed the disciples and watched as they stooped in a corner and filled their time with chatter and bragging. They got up excitedly when time came for meals to be delivered again.
“Come on, time to have some fun!” A few of them laughed out loud. They got such joy from delivering meals to the prisoners. There was nothing more enjoyable.
This was a joy that even the principal disciples couldn’t enjoy.
Ethan followed them to the kitchen, where a delicious fragrance drifted out.
“Elder Foster!”
Ethan looked up when he heard the greeting. A man with a head full of white hair and a snow-white beard stood at the other end of the corridor. It was clear from his slow and unsteady footsteps that he was quite old.
He was probably someone whom Gaspar trusted.
The elder with stooped shoulders said, “Wait here.”
“Yes, sir,” replied the disciples deferentially.
Elder Foster entered the kitchen, pulled out a bag of dust and poured it into every dish. Then, he turned around and walked out of the kitchen.
“You can take the dishes away. Make sure they eat it,” instructed Elder Foster. “Do you understand me?”
“Yes, sir. Don’t worry, Elder Foster. They’re starving. They’ll eat anything!” The man in charge of the disciples said with a cheeky grin.
A dog would eat its own feces if sufficiently starved. These sect leaders and elders were the same. They might be men of extreme importance and influence in the past, but they were but mere prisoners now. They were no better than dogs.
“Alright then.” Elder Foster nodded, then left.
“Come on, brothers! Let’s have some fun with these sect leaders and elders! Hahahaha!” The disciples were filled with excitement. They entered the kitchen and started packing the dishes into their wicker baskets so that they could deliver these sorry sect leaders and elders their meals.
“Ouch! Ouch!” Ethan hugged his stomach suddenly. His face was pale and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead profusely. “Sir, my stomach hurts. I need the bathroom!”
“What’s wrong with you now?”
“You’ll full of it, that’s what. Hurry up, we’ll wait.”
Ethan waved his arms wildly. “No, forget it. You should go ahead. I don’t know how long I’m going to take. Oh man, I don’t think I can keep it in any longer. I need to go now!”
His over-the-top performance had everyone bursting out in laughter and pinching their noses.