Accompanied by the echoing footsteps in the dimly lit lower levels of the attic, Xu Yuan alone walked unhurriedly towards the upper floors.
When the mysterious veil of the unknown is lifted, there is little left that can truly inspire fear.
Having heard Lou Ji's and Luo Xiran's analyses, he naturally was no longer as concerned about the epidemic concocted by Wanyao Valley as he had been before.
Once the disease spread, if there were only mortals in this world, it could have been a calamity sweeping across the land, but as long as cultivators were involved, these things would hardly cause any disturbance.
Compared to the strange specters of a millennium ago, this disease was akin to a mere toy.
Humans are considered the foremost of all creatures because they possess intellect, are capable of thought, and understand restraint.
Yet those afflicted by the disease, though still possessing intellect, do not understand forbearance; they only indulge in pleasures and revel in revelry.
