Those who are not of our kind will surely have different hearts.

This is a saying passed down orally among the Tu people: any invasion by a foreign tribe could plunge the clan into utter ruin.

Only two or three hours had passed, but the Beehive Cave was already filled with people from the inner sect.

Each member of the inner sect was shrouded in a veil of light, their expressions solemn. Some gripped their light swords tightly, others held up enormous light shields, and several clansmen with wings of light flew around inside the cave.

Every person from outside the clan had to undergo a screening process to clear themselves of suspicion of being from another race, which dampened the originally joyous atmosphere as the year drew to a close.

Many outsiders are carefully undergoing the examination, fearing that any oversight might lead to them being judged as outsiders, which would result in an instant kill without any mercy.

Li Sisui woke up two days later. His head was throbbing, and the strange taste of blood in his mouth made him want to vomit.

After getting up and leaving my residence, I found it unusually quiet outside, quite different from usual.

Watching the clansmen walking back and forth in their dazzling armor, Li Sisui was completely baffled. These cultivators, whom he rarely saw, also liked to barter.

After inquiring with the surrounding clansmen, Li Sisui suddenly realized that an inner sect expert had sensed the fluctuations of alien magic in the Beehive Cave, and then discovered a clansman who had been killed by alien magic. So he began a large-scale search to investigate the aliens.

While Li Sisui was unconscious, he had already been searched three or four times. However, for a nobody like Li Sisui, the searchers simply scanned him and left without asking any further questions.

After all, for most of the outsiders living at the top of the Beehive Cave, whether they will even see a different race in their lifetime is a question. Asking them is like casting pearls before swine.

The inner sect's searchers still focused most of their efforts on the bottom of the honeycomb cave, which allowed Li Sisui to have some peace and quiet.

After regaining consciousness, Li Sisui discovered that the old man in hemp clothing was gone. Recalling his words before he fell unconscious, and combining them with what was happening before his eyes...

Li Sisui also roughly guessed what had happened: the old man in hemp clothing had gone so far as to use a forbidden technique of his clan, just to repay the Manluo fruit.

Li Sisui recalled every detail of the old man in hemp clothing, and was filled with sorrow.

The old man in hemp clothing was the first person in this world that made Li Sisui feel a sense of belonging, but Li Sisui didn't know his name or where he lived until the old man died.

"Master Ma, I'll call you that from now on. I will certainly not let you down and will strive to cultivate diligently!"

Li Sisui choked back tears and murmured to himself.

After several days of searching, nothing was found, and the inner sect members gradually began to disappear.

After this incident, the joy that had been building as the year drew to a close was completely wiped out.

The members of the outer sect returned to their posts and began their daily work.