Skeleton Wanyan didn't know exactly what this person was up to, but he... wasn't about to defy him either.
The man didn't want territory or offerings, only that these commoners should not die because of their Cultivation.
It wasn't death due to offerings but death due to the 'requirements' they created. Simply put, they no longer needed to perform Cultivation activities.
It was inexplicable and bizarre.
Skeleton Wanyan racked his brains and could only attribute it to the fact that this person's ancestors had lived here before...
What?
He had relatives here?
At this stage of Cultivation, any relatives of the same generation would have long been dead.
That was impossible.
"Master..."
A Warrior Clan disciple looked at the unbearably gruesome corpses around, swallowed his saliva, approached, and said, "Should we..."
"What are you looking at me for!"
