Chapter 912

After finishing up, Andrew nodded in satisfaction. In front of him, the three disciples looked pale, their faces a mix of fear and panic. They had no idea what Andrew planned to do next, but none of their guesses were good. Seeing their expressions, Andrew chuckled. "Alright, you guys can head back now. Once we reach the main peak, I'll untie you." The three of them froze, caught off guard. They had braced themselves for the worst—broken bones, a severe beating, maybe even a lifelong injury. Some had already accepted their fate. But this? They never expected Andrew to say something like that. Their faces flushed red. One of them took a deep breath, his voice shaking as he spoke. "Andrew, stop joking around. We already knew we were in the wrong. If you're still mad, go ahead and beat us up. We won't complain." Hearing such a desperate offer, Andrew's smile widened. But he simply waved them off and said flatly, "The sect has rules. Disciples aren't allowed to attack