DRIP!
Blood dripped down, falling right into the mouth of the youngest elder, which was agape with shock.
"Gods, it's a demon!"
Despite his advanced age, the youngest elder was so terrified he collapsed to the ground screaming. The two old men closest to him immediately dragged him back.
Ning Xuan leaped down from the cauldron. His gaze swept over the seven elders, then to the unbothered crowd behind them. He subconsciously asked, "Aren't you cold? I'm freezing to death... Holy shit! Where are my clothes?!"
Shivering, Ning Xuan looked down to see his clothes riddled with holes. They now resembled a beggar's rags, leaving large swathes of his skin exposed.
"Sir, may I ask where this place is?" Ning Xuan asked as he reached for the hand of the old man closest to him.
The man's reaction was incredibly quick. Ning Xuan's grasp met only air.
An expert! Ning Xuan's heart tightened. He then took a closer look at the other elders around him.
