The last two disciples fell under their combined efforts. The final one tried to run. Qiao Zhi's talisman net caught him before he could reach the trees. Gu Yangjin stepped forward, sword ready. She pressed the blade to his throat. He trembled, eyes wide, but said nothing.
Qiao Zhi moved closer. Her voice was calm but firm: "No one tied to him can live. We cannot let him warn anyone." The disciple's face went pale. Gu Yangjin looked at Qiao Zhi for a moment, then nodded. Together, they made a swift decision.
Gu Yangjin's sword flashed in the moonlight. It was quick and sure. The disciple choked out a sound, then fell. Qiao Zhi watched, silent. There was no joy in it—only certainty. They had seen too many plans unfold because someone escaped to spread word. Now, there would be no warning sent.
