The leader knew he couldn’t escape, so he turned around and lifted the subordinate beside him, throwing him over the wall of the Lin Family.

Fortunately, they weren’t far from the outer wall, so his throw actually managed to send the person out.

As for him, Lin Baizhong and his men had already locked onto him, so escape was naturally impossible, and he could only let his subordinates get the message out.

Even if he died, that was it, but he still had family.

If everyone was caught in the Lin Family with no one left to deliver a message to the master, then his family surely wouldn’t escape either.

The master has always been ruthless. How could he be easily spared for failing in his task?

"Go after him."

Lin Baizhong glanced at the two guards by his side and instructed.

The guards acknowledged the order and prepared to chase, but the leader seemed to have anticipated their move, charging at them with a sword.

The two paused for a moment, didn’t fight him, and instead darted backward.

Almost instantly, several guards rushed over, suppressing the leader’s moves, leaving him to watch helplessly as the two guards followed the man he had thrown out.

"You all deserve to die! The master won’t spare you!"

His eyes were bloodshot as he fought the guards, unwilling to die here so easily.

Soon, bodies were being dragged one by one out of the Lin Family, and Lin Baizhong walked up to the leader’s corpse, letting out a cold snort.

"Such loyal subordinates indeed!"

He knew he was going to die and didn’t run, yet he managed to get his subordinate out.

On the Illusion Continent, such people were truly rare. After all, everyone with cultivation prized their lives; who wouldn’t want to stand out?

Just like in the Ziyan Kingdom when the imperial tomb was bombed, to avoid being penalized, didn’t those who could escape escape, and those who could shirk responsibility shirk it?

These things were common and could happen anywhere.

"Commander, we’re back."

The two guards who pursued the man soon returned.

"How was it?"

Lin Baizhong looked up at them and asked.

"As per your orders, we chased the man for quite a distance. After several bouts, he was stabbed a few times but still managed to escape," one of the guards reported.

Of course, this was something they had already agreed upon; letting one person deliver the message would prompt the others to act.

"Very good. Thank you for your efforts, everyone go rest," Lin Baizhong nodded in satisfaction.

"Subordinates taking leave."

Upon hearing his words, the guards cleaned up the courtyard and left.

Once the courtyard had quieted down, Ding Rong and Ding Xu walked in slowly from outside.

"Uncle Lin."

"You two are back?"

Upon hearing their voices, Lin Baizhong just remembered that he hadn’t seen them in the space of golden pearls earlier.

"Yes, we’re back."

Ding Rong nodded, wrinkling her nose.

The bloody smell in this courtyard was really unbearable, and it likely wouldn’t be the last time; such scents would occur even more later.

"Where is the master? Where is she?" she asked.

"In the room, go in yourselves."

Lin Baizhong didn’t bother with them and left after saying a word.