"Speak! Where did you come from? Are you Demon Beasts in disguise?"
To everyone's surprise, the man called Shen Shang didn't answer. Instead, he drew his sword and pointed it at Ye Lin and Toutian, his expression cold.
"Shen Shang, what are you doing?"
Seeing this, Wu Ya's expression changed. He grabbed Shen Shang by the shoulder and said.
"Wu Ya, do you really think it's not strange that two ordinary members of the Human Race could cross the mountain range and reach our village?"
"Besides, some Demon Beasts can take human form. Have you forgotten the tragedy from a hundred years ago? How could you bring two people of unknown origins here?"
"If the tragedy from a hundred years ago happens again, can you bear the consequences?"
Shen Shang's face flushed with anger as he rebuked Wu Ya.
Wu Ya slowly lowered the hand resting on Shen Shang's shoulder and fell silent.
"Speak! Where did you two come from? Our village doesn't welcome you unless you explain your origins."
Seeing the two remain silent, Shen Shang pressed them again.
The commotion drew the attention of the villagers nearby. They surrounded the two and watched them.
"You wouldn't understand, even if I told you where we came from."
Ye Lin reached out and pinched the tip of the Long Sword. The next instant, the sword in Shen Shang's hand let out a mournful cry and fell to the ground.
The Long Sword was merely an ordinary weapon. A mere thread of Sword Dao Rule power from Ye Lin was enough to render it useless in battle.
Seeing the sword that had accompanied him for decades slip from his grasp and fall to the ground, Shen Shang was stunned.
Had he simply failed to hold on? Impossible. He was the Sword