"When it pours out, a beauty catches it with her lips, heh heh..."
Li Guanyi's hand pressed against the sword handle, his palm's veins bulging. With people continuously streaming back and forth, wearing black hooded cloaks, he felt as if he were submerged in a chaotic river. An old man tugged at him, saying, "Let's go."
The old man's voice rose from within Li Guanyi:
"What you are doing is useless."
"Kill him today, and there will be another tomorrow. This world's disorder is like wild grass, and there will be follow-ups; they will continue to do..."
Li Guanyi wanted to argue, but seeing the weather-beaten eyes filled with sorrow, he suddenly couldn't find words to contradict. He could be certain the old man had tried to interfere more than once, only to end up with unfavorable outcomes.
Siming said quietly, "Do not forget what you must do."
Li Guanyi felt some children looking up at him, their eyes filled with hope, yet not daring to speak up for help.