"The ways of the Demon Dao!"
"Typical Demon Dao behavior!!"
The old Shopkeeper of the bookshop slammed his hand on the counter, his aged face taut with anger.
He had come to ask about the human sacrifices that had become the talk of the town.
"How could this be!?"
"The human heart is an abyss. Not everyone's resolve is firm. Once they tread this path, there's no turning back."
"Is another man-made disaster upon us?"
Bai Mo gently patted his back and soothed him.
"Don't worry, sir. The people responsible have all been cleaned up."
"The world is clear again. There's no longer any ground for them to operate on in the Immortal Arrival City area."
Only then did the old Shopkeeper let out a sigh of relief.
"You don't understand how serious this is."
"Imagine if every family started making sacrifices, competing with and sabotaging one another. Sooner or later, Immortal Arrival City would be plunged into armed conflict, and we'd lose thirty or forty percent of the population..."
