Bloodbone Daoist grinned.
The tension from his desperate flight vanished completely.
He lowered his head and glanced at his feet.
He was already standing inside the boundary stele.
Within the protection of the Three Lives Post Station's rules.
Bloodbone Daoist leisurely put away the White-Bone Skeleton, his expression regaining its composure.
"Fellow Daoists, I've already entered the post station."
The Border-Patrolling Youth's gaze was icy.
"You killed twelve members of the Azure-Pattern Tribe."
Bloodbone Daoist smiled. "People compete for opportunities on the path of cultivation. What's unusual about a few deaths? I spotted that Profound Yin Blood Ginseng too. They couldn't hold on to it themselves, so who could they blame?"
Quite a few traveling cultivators were still seated inside the post station.
When they heard this,
their expressions shifted slightly.
The cultivators from the Northern Sea's smaller tribes, in particular, looked at Bloodbone Daoist with unmistakably greater disgust.
Bloodbone Daoist did not care at all.
As long as the rules Mysterious Abyss had laid down still held,
it did not matter how these people looked at him.
The Border-Patrolling Youth took a deep breath.
"I'll say this one last time. Come out."
Bloodbone Daoist raised a hand and pointed at the boundary stele.
"Fellow Daoist, the stele at the Three Lives Post Station spells it out perfectly clearly: End Hostilities Upon Entering the Post Station."
"The Mysterious Abyss Emperor established that rule himself. Surely you aren't going to disown it just days after it was laid down?"
As those words fell,
the surroundings instantly grew much quieter.
Many cultivators exchanged glances.
That question did indeed concern them.
Both the witches and the Demons could enter the Three Lives Post Station for refuge.
Naturally, independent cultivators could enter too.
Bloodbone Daoist was now inside the station.
What exactly would Guixu