Trap

There were many outer disciples with their gray robes and swords standing guard.

With the loss of quite a number of menial disciples, the place wasn't as busy.

A few menial disciples scurried around.

Blood stains on the ground could still be seen, as they were difficult to remove.

The whole place now had a somber mood about it, no longer the place where menial disciples chattered nonstop.

When the menial disciples doing their work saw Lin Fan, they started to grumble among themselves.

They had to do the job of several people now, because those in charge had died.

But for Lin Fan, he wasn't affected and could be on his own doing the same thing.

After Lin Fan placed his firewood and went to get his contribution points, the person in charge was different.

"Senior menial disciple. I don't think I have seen you before," Lin Fan said.