At the edge of the Pure Land, twelve people stood silently, dressed in tight-fitting clothes, with steel knives at their waists and bows and arrows in their hands, quietly watching ahead.
Only after over ten elderly people had taken their lives outside the Pure Land did they gradually put away their bows and arrows, then each took out a white sash from their bosom and tied it around their waist.
After that, they approached to presumably collect the bodies of the elders who had just died.
Gazing at this scene from afar, Lin Yan's brows were deeply furrowed, his gaze towards Mr. Lu full of incomprehension.
"You know that in this world, Pure Lands most forbid the death of living beings, as even a single life could awaken the town object."