Gu Xiu asked, "Are you planning to kill all these people, Senior Brother?"

"The opportunity in Falling Rain Valley rightfully belongs to our Qingxuan Holy Land. If they hadn't come, they would have been safe. But since they're here, they should be prepared to be buried here," Bian Yifei replied calmly, then glanced at Ding Dao'an with a strange look. "Wasn't it you who suggested this earlier, Junior Brother Ding? Are you getting soft-hearted now?"

"It's not about being soft-hearted. I just think if all these people die, it might be hard to explain once we're out," Gu Xiu responded.

"Explain?" Bian Yifei laughed heartily. "We are the grand sect of Qingxuan Holy Land. Who do we need to explain to? These people, even if they die in this secret realm, even if we slaughter them in front of their Sect Master, would their Sect Master dare to say anything?"