A Clever Solution to the Crisis

Creak!

As soon as the elder held Master Duanmu’s arm and stepped into the courtyard, the sturdy gate suddenly closed with a resounding sound.

The elder looked around cautiously, but the empty courtyard seemed devoid of any human presence, yet it felt as if countless pairs of eyes were peering at him.

The air carried a faint scent of bloodshed, adding an eerie and mysterious atmosphere.

Despite his peak cultivation in the Profound Pill Realm, he couldn’t sense the existence of the other party.

This feeling made him feel somewhat uneasy.

Glancing at the hostage in his hand, he noticed the unusual calmness in their eyes, mixed with a hint of deep helplessness and a touch of pity.

The elder had no interest in deciphering the meaning behind those eyes.

He began to grow impatient and irritable.

“Everyone, get out of here and stop playing these tricks on me. Otherwise, I won’t mind making a few cuts on you first!”