"But Master, if I were the one inside, what would you think? At the very least, they should know what happened in there, shouldn't they?"
Gu Fan looked at his still-young disciple and sighed. "But if we don't do this, we'll die. Do you want to trade your life for it?"
The young man's face turned deathly pale. Not knowing what to say, he finally lowered his head and staggered away.
Gu Fan turned around, his expression complicated as he looked toward the exit.
How many times had it been? Whenever the Canglan Ruins opened, he would come to this exit.
Over the years, countless people had died inside, but who truly cared about those Rogue Cultivators? Who cared whether they left alive or not?
Like those two from Heavenly Saint Academy just now, they at least had some backing and would not end up dead.
Of course, they also needed these people to come out and testify that nothing had happened inside, that everything had merely been an accident encountered within the Canglan Ruins.
The truly filthy corners would never appear before the public eye.
This cultivation world had always been like this. The top powers controlled everything, manipulated everything, then put on an act of equality for all—even opening the Canglan Ruins for free.
Then, batch after batch, they harvested those Rogue Cultivators who might have grown powerful but did not wish to be bound by any faction.
Giving them a death that was justified in name.
The best way to retain the right to speak was to strangle, in the cradle, those who might one day shake that right.
As for what excuse they used, it did not matter. As long as they were not discovered, anything would do.
After all, not every Rogue Cultivator wanted to