Ye Lin's Stirring

"Speak quickly, where do you come from? Are you Demon Beasts in disguise?"

Unexpectedly, the man called Shen Shang did not answer at all. Instead, he drew his Long Sword and pointed it at Ye Lin and Toutian, his expression cold and stern.

"Shen Shang, what are you doing?"

Seeing this, Wu Ya's expression shifted, and he grabbed Shen Shang by the shoulder.

"Wu Ya, do you not find it strange that two ordinary members of the Human Race could cross the mountain range to reach our village?"

"Furthermore, some Demon Beasts can transform into human form. Have you forgotten the tragedy of a hundred years ago? How could you just bring in two people of unknown origin?"

"If the tragedy of a hundred years ago were to happen again, could you bear the consequences?"

Shen Shang's face flushed with anger as he rebuked Wu Ya.

Wu Ya slowly lowered the hand he had placed on Shen Shang's shoulder and remained silent.

"Speak! Where did you two come from? If you do not explain your origins clearly, our village will not welcome you."

Seeing the two remain silent, Shen Shang continued to press them.

The commotion drew the attention of the surrounding villagers, who gathered around to stare at the pair.

"Our origins are not something you would understand even if we told you."

Ye Lin reached out and pinched the tip of the Long Sword. The next moment, the Long Sword in Shen Shang's hand let out a mournful cry and clattered to the ground.

This Long Sword was merely a mundane object; he only needed to exert a sliver of the Sword Dao Rule to render it useless.

Seeing the Long Sword that had accompanied him for decades fall from his grasp, Shen Shang was struck with shock.