"Take cover for a while, you have to leave once the rain stops," the elder slowly reminded Mo Lin.
Mo Lin was not in a hurry to leave; he was more curious about what was happening here.
"Why are some people kneeling at the door?" Mo Lin asked the elder with puzzlement.
"Waiting for the Yellow Springs Ghost to come and take their lifespan."
The elder did not shy away and candidly said, "It seems that something significant is about to happen at Ten Thousand Peaks Mountain, and our lives seem to play an important role."
The most valuable thing for ordinary people is their lifespan, or perhaps the incense they offer.
"Is no one resisting?" Mo Lin slowly asked.
"Resist?
We can't beat them, and there's no way to escape, how do we resist?
This place is under the control of the Yellow Springs Realm.
It's not just our lifespan they want; even if they want us dead, we have no way to struggle." The elder showed a very hopeless smile.
