This is a completely unfamiliar environment.
Mo Lin stands to the side, and these people are eating.
They completely ignore Mo Lin, not even bothering to look up at him.
Mo Lin is considering whether to take action.
Although Mo Lin cannot use Daoist Skills now, he still has some physical strength.
"Don't fight, don't fight.
If you fight, you'll die."
In the eastern room, the white-haired old man, eyes bulging, shouted at Mo Lin through the window.
After hearing his words, Mo Lin finally stopped his actions.
As Mo Lin hesitated, the sky darkened at a speed visible to the naked eye.
There is no concept of time here.
In the blink of an eye, the sky turned dark.
The middle-aged woman was tidying up the dishes.
"That's your room, go sleep," the middle-aged man pointed to the room on the west side, directing Mo Lin to sleep.
"Okay."
Mo Lin nodded and returned to his room.
The room is simple, with just a bed, a pillow, and a blanket inside.
