The sky was already dark, soon to enter night.
At this moment, the people inside the Pure Land wanted to keep him outside the Pure Land.
It was clear that they meant to leave him in the midst of the night.
Once darkness fell, it would be filled with endless Evil.
And closest to him were the Evil Spirits within these three clay jars.
This was what the Cultivators within wanted, to feed their ancestral Evil Spirits with Lin Yan, the newcomer.
"Lu Jie, no blood may be shed within the Pure Land, don't let him in, lest we need to capture him alive to throw him out, wasting our effort,"
The man spoke in a flat tone, "Take people outside, deal with him, and feed the three ancestors."
"..."
Lin Yan's expression was cold as he slowly drew his sword from its sheath.
The sky was extremely dim, and he stood outside the cave entrance.
