At this point, seeing that neither the Liulan Dynasty's ideals nor its knowledge of the Pill Dao could persuade the person inside, Pei Ling's thoughts shifted, and he continued, "Perhaps you don't know, Senior, but not long ago, the demonic path stirred up trouble again, and the Righteous and Demonic War broke out."
"More than half of Jiuyi Mountain has fallen. Though the four of us sects rushed to its aid, the demonic path came on like a raging tide, and the people of the world have been plunged into misery. The Liulan Dynasty's Crown Prince, Your Highness Zhong Kui Yueji, was even ambushed and gravely wounded..."
"Countless common folk have fallen into enemy hands. Countless people have been driven from their homes, and countless women and children wail by the roadside. Though our disciples have fallen in battle one after another, we are too stretched thin to help..."
"The dynasty needs you, Senior!"
"The righteous path needs you, Senior!"
"I beg you, for the sake of all living beings in the world, to rush to the righteous path's aid at once! Save the people from the depths of suffering!"
As he spoke, Pei Ling suddenly felt an icy hand pat his shoulder.
A bone-chilling cold instantly seeped into his body.
Pei Ling's expression changed. He instinctively started to turn around, but immediately stopped himself.
When someone pats your shoulder, don't look back. That was one of the Post Station's rules!
As long as he didn't turn around, this cold wouldn't be able to do anything to him for the time being.
But if he violated the rules here, he would immediately be plunged into dire peril!
Realizing something was wrong, Pei Ling stopped knocking and stopped trying to persuade the Liulan Dynasty Cultivator inside. Instead, he backed away toward