The middle-aged man's voice was the only thing echoing in the pitch-black night.
The numb voice carried a deep despair. Combined with the man's desolate, dazed expression, the scene felt incredibly bleak and cold.
Shen Bai frowned and walked over to the middle-aged man.
'Things aren't so simple.' After the man's abrupt outburst, Shen Bai felt this village was hiding a huge secret.
"Can you communicate?" Wuhua took two steps forward, reached out, and grasped the man's wrist.
The man didn't resist. He just stared foolishly at Wuhua, still muttering to himself.
"Beasts. Not a single good person. They're all beasts..."
A glow emanated from Wuhua's right hand, as if coated in golden sunlight, looking especially brilliant in the darkness.
Shen Bai had little exposure to the world of Cultivators. The last time had been when he met Cheng Shuang, so he was extremely curious about everything.
He felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity from this golden light.
