"...If you keep this up, you'll kill everyone. You may even destroy this world!"
The middle-aged man never smiled, his expression stern. His indifferent tone concealed three parts icy sharpness and seven parts grim, chilling apathy:
"I advise you to go back wherever you came from. Otherwise, you won't be able to bear the consequences!"
"Who are you?"
Before Ding Ling could speak, Caiyi could not help but rebuke him:
"My master hasn't done anything harmful to Heaven or Earth. Not long ago, he even killed a Spider Demon who had committed atrocities everywhere! He rid the people of a menace. You suddenly appeared and said all this—what do you mean?!"
Ding Ling had an air of both an immortal and a saint.
Caiyi worshiped him immensely and believed that Ding Ling was a good person, so she naturally considered everything from his perspective.
However, the middle-aged man was not Caiyi. Instead, he glanced at her and said coldly:
"Anyone who associates with fiends is unforgivable. You're a Dao cultivator, yet you've gotten mixed up with four demons. It seems your inability to distinguish right from wrong and your muddled confusion have reached a certain level. Young man, if you're willing to heed my advice, leave this world immediately and return wherever you came from. If you refuse..."
He flung his long sleeve, and the divine sword behind him slid from its sheath with a clang!
He reached out and gripped the hilt, his sharp eyes fixed on Ding Ling:
"Then I'll take you to the Demon Imprisoning Pagoda and seal you inside!"
"Are you Yin Ruozhuo? Or Dugu Yuyun?"
Ding Ling asked.
Upon hearing the words "Demon Imprisoning Pagoda" and seeing the middle-aged man's bearing, cultivation, and appearance, Ding Ling immediately associated him with the Shu Mountain Sword Saint.