"Hmm…? Is it over?"
Old Han, no longer feeling that suffocating, terrifying aura pressing down on his chest, finally dared to lift his head.
He peeked toward the camp—only to immediately swallow hard.
The entire place looked like a minor calamity had swept through.
Trees snapped, rocks split, the ground gouged open… as if some heavenly beast had thrown a tantrum.
"...I should probably leave."
He wasn't a demonic cultivator, yet even he felt a chill knowing that an absurdly monstrous righteous sect disciple was nearby.
There were plenty of monsters in the cultivation world… but it was always the righteous ones that made your knees shake.
Their smiles were warm, their robes pristine yet if they decided you were "suspicious," you might vanish before you even understood why.
Who knew if he would get killed simply for looking like a demonic cultivator…
Or simply because he didn't rush in to help and instead stood there, watching like a bystander.
