"Fellow Daoist, you shouldn't drink that." The middle-aged man watched Lin Fan gulping down the wine and devouring the meat. He grew increasingly anxious. Where exactly did this fellow Daoist come from? How could he be so foolish and fail to see such an obvious problem?
These three are all Demons in disguise, using some means to conceal their demonic aura.
The Old Woman lowered her eyes, anger flashing in them. It seemed there was no way to keep their cover anymore. She could only act directly. This cultivator wouldn't be easy to deal with, and he might have already seen through their true identities.
But just then—
Lin Fan shouted angrily, "What's your deal, man? It's the middle of the night, and you're the one who knocked on the door. They kindly invited you in to sit, and yet instead of being grateful, you say such things. Isn't that a bit much?"
