With someone taking the lead, how could the other cultivators still choose a hardline stance? At once, pleas for mercy rose and fell in waves, and everyone declared their willingness to acknowledge Lin Xuan as their master.
The tall, thin scholar and the woman exchanged a look, and in the end, they likewise bent their knees and knelt.
After all, to cultivators, their little lives came first. Face and the like were nothing but passing clouds.
What they were thinking now was how to get through the immediate crisis. As for acknowledging Lin Xuan as their master, how could there be any real sincerity in that?
To put it nicely, they were sleeping on brushwood and tasting gall; to put it unpleasantly, they were only feigning compliance. For now, they would preserve their little lives first, then wait for a chance to bite back and take revenge.
After all, their Old Ancestor was not far away. Once he arrived here in a moment, this brat before them would be in for a sight.
Lin Xuan's strength had terrified them, but they did not think the person before them could beat an old monster of the Dongxuan Realm.
Put plainly, their present begging was nothing more than a stopgap measure, a way to delay as much as possible and keep their own little lives.
Their plan was not wrong. However, Lin Xuan's experience was so broad—how could such petty tricks before him deceive him? Cultivators were already mostly cold and fickle by nature, to say nothing of those born from the Demon Sect. Every last one of them was a stubbornly evil, unrepentant fellow. They would willingly acknowledge him as master? Stop joking!
Lin Xuan would never have such a naive thought. He still understood the principle of uprooting evil completely.