"Fellow Daoist, do you have any last words?" Yang Ling asked, secretly stirring his Magic Power. He understood that this young man before him must have been caught in a blood rain after arriving in this realm.
Yet one thing puzzled him—the red light detected just now... seemed far too dazzling. They had used this method before to determine whether newly arrived cultivators had been tainted by the Blood Race's Sacred Nature, but never had anyone shone as brightly as he did today.
This was hardly someone who had merely been drenched in blood rain. It was more like he had taken a bath in it...
He felt deeply regretful. After so much difficulty, they had finally found another natural companion, yet now they had to cross blades.
And this was far from the first time they had gone through such a thing!
"Is there truly no room for reconciliation?" Lu Ye asked. Even in such circumstances, he still wanted to make one last effort.
Hu Dequan, who had brought him here, sighed. "Little brother, let me tell you a story."
"I'm all ears!" Lu Ye nodded.
Hu Dequan said, "The Red Talisman Society's standards for accepting people were not so strict at first. So long as they were sent by Square Inch Mountain or shared our ideals, we could accept them. We were once powerful for a time, but as the years passed, all sorts of changes arose within us. Many of those tainted by Sacred Nature became traitors, even including those sent by Square Inch Mountain. Do you know why?"
Without waiting for Lu Ye to answer, Hu Dequan gave the answer himself. "The resources brought in from outside are limited. Once one's own resources are exhausted and the power one expends can no longer be replenished, few