Mu Tianyao, the mentor, lay on the ground covered in blood, lifeless.
Sixteen-year-old Mu Han, with a face full of bloody tears, clutched his mentor's corpse and shouted at Xi Ge, who was severely injured, to run quickly.
The wooden house behind them had long collapsed, and the herbs spilled on the ground had been stained red with blood.
In front of them stood a man in a black robe, exuding a murderous aura, looking at them coldly.
"Who exactly are you? We have no grudge against you; why do you do this?" Xi Ge held his aching chest, propped himself up halfway, and questioned the man.
"A dying person doesn't deserve to know." The man sneered.
"This is the Human Realm. You Demon Clan blatantly massacre in defiance of the celestial laws; aren't you afraid of retribution from other realms?"
The man, as if he heard the world's greatest joke, burst into laughter, his voice dripping with disdain:
"Celestial laws? Retribution? Do you think they matter to me?"
