Persuasion

Only ten minutes had passed.

Elder left the village with two guards, hurried through the woods, and arrived at a small wooden cabin.

The old man took a deep breath and calmed his anger.

By coming here, Elder had already prepared himself to admit defeat.

There was no other way.

Blind Man had come up with all kinds of tricks, tormenting him in every possible way. He truly could not withstand it.

On the other hand,

Elder had also deeply realized that, given the formidable strength Blind Man had displayed, if the other party truly intended harm toward the Ancestral Spirit and the village, they would have no ability to resist at all.

Since they could not stop him, they might as well surrender outright.

One of the guards stepped forward voluntarily. "Elder, I'll go knock."

Elder was about to nod, but then reconsidered and shook his head. "Wait to the side. I'd better knock myself."

The two guards did not dare disobey and obediently moved aside.

Elder slowly walked forward and reached out to knock on the wooden door.

Knock!

With a muffled sound,

the wooden door opened by itself.

Elder was about to step inside when he suddenly froze in alarm.

He looked within.

The fireplace, wooden table, chairs, and everything else were gone.

There was only an inky darkness, like a monster waiting to devour its prey, about to swallow him whole.

Elder felt uncertain.

What was going on?

How had the cabin become like this?

At that moment,

a leisurely voice came from the darkness. "Please come in, Elder."

It was Blind Man's voice.

Elder hesitated for a moment. With the mindset of taking things as they came, he gritted his teeth and stepped into the darkness.

One second later,

the world before him suddenly brightened.