Song Yan froze slightly, then understood.
In certain remote, unenlightened corners of the mortal world, people with such features were regarded as a baleful star, an ill omen.
They were even blamed entirely for every misfortune that happened around them.
Even after embarking on the path of cultivation, people with such prejudices would not easily shed their preconceptions merely because their cultivation advanced.
They might even grow more suspicious and paranoid.
The path of cultivation was mysterious beyond measure, and no one would gamble with their own Dao Path.
When a rumor could not be proven true or false, most ordinary people would take it as truth.
For instance, a rumor in the Chu Kingdom's cultivation world held that male cultivators who preserved their primal yang and female cultivators who remained virgins would have a slightly greater chance of succeeding at Foundation Establishment.
Another example was the Dongyuan Sect's tradition of Dawn Gathering Qi, which was said to make one's Spiritual Power purer if practiced consistently.
No powerful cultivator had ever stepped forward to verify these "rumors."
Or rather, those with low cultivation could not discern the truth.
Those with high cultivation had no need to care.
But Song Yan still had another question. "Since you've already escaped with your life, why go back?"
"Don't tell me you want to go back and rescue someone?"
"No, that's not it."
"I know how weak I am. Of course I wouldn't do anything so thoughtless."
"..."
At the mention of this, Ju Luyi's expression dimmed somewhat.
"My cultivation is low, and I lost my Law Artifact while escaping."
To be fair, given how poor the girl before him looked, Song Yan was surprised that she even owned a Law Artifact.
But she soon supplied the answer. "It was the last keepsake my