"We killed those people," said Zhao Layue, taking off her conical hat.
Jing Jiu took off his conical hat as well.
Looking at that incredibly beautiful face, which he hadn't seen for a long time, Lin Yinglang realized… he was his Senior Master.
As Peak Master of Shenmo, Yao Songshan treated Zhao Layue with respect. But when he heard her say it, he couldn't help but force a bitter smile. "When you travel outside the mountains, Senior Master, killing a few evildoers is understandable… but you have killed too many."
"Too many of them deserve death, so we had no choice but to kill them."
Zhao Layue glanced at Jing Jiu. In Shangzhou, he said that it was impossible to purge all the evildoers, that they were too many to kill off.
Yao Songshan paused for a moment in thought. "Senior Master is right," he said sincerely. "Those evildoers should be killed."
This remark was not flattery or ridicule, but his genuine belief.