The old man stared intensely at the mark on Li Qiye’s forehead. When they crossed each other’s path, his eyes suddenly lit up.

“A sinkin!” He stopped, showing aggression.

The group also halted; their eyes fixed on Li Qiye. In the beginning, the majority of the group didn’t pay any attention to someone like Li Qiye.

“Senior, what’s a sinkin?” A young one heard this word for the first time and asked while staring at Li Qiye. [1]

“A sinkin is a banished tribe. Rumor has it that the ancestor of this tribe was a terrible evildoer, even the great progenitor of our academy couldn’t enlighten this person. Thus, this ancestor was banished. Their posterity, later on, is known as sinkins.” A middle-aged cultivator e...