At Fallen Star Lake, the Lin Family and the Holy Land had never truly been one and the same in the hearts of the Holy Land disciples.
Perhaps they had been when Lin Zhen was alive, but things were different now, because Lin Zhen was dead.
A fortress remained while its soldiers came and went; the Holy Land was no different.
The Holy Land had always remained, but the people within it were constantly changing.
Lin Zhen had died, leaving behind a complete mess. They had no obligation to stay here and be buried alongside the Lin Family.
So they needed a definite answer: was Lin Zhen still alive?
Many people believed that the Lin Family might quibble and fabricate lies to deceive them, making them stay and fight alongside the Lin Family.
But they were not fools. If the Lin Family wanted to prove that Lin Zhen was alive, they had to produce solid evidence.
It would not be so easy to fool them. Many of the more radical people had already prepared ample evidence, ready to refute the Lin Family women's excuses.
Yet they never expected to receive such an outcome.
The Lin Family's four wives, along with several of Lin Zhen's other women and his daughter—a total of eight stunning beauties—appeared.
Feng Qingluan, dressed in a long red gown, stepped before the crowd and cast them a disdainful glance.
"I know what you are thinking, and I have always preferred to speak plainly. Since you want an answer, I will give you one."
"My husband is indeed dead. Those willing to remain are welcome. Those unwilling to stay, get as far away as you can, right now. You need not bear or take responsibility for the grudges left behind by the Lin Family. But let me make