Weighing

Facing the scar-faced young man's deliberate retreat, Duàn Yì could easily tell that the other man's words were sincere. He thought to himself,

It seemed that, to the White Lotus Sect, the item in Prince Duan's possession was even more important than I had imagined. Every action they took revolved around it.

True Void Daoist, Wusheng Laomu, and Killing Fist all had their own divisions of labor, creating the best possible conditions.

That was precisely why, in order not to disrupt their objective and plans, they had brushed aside the losses I caused them so lightly.

Still, empty words could not serve as proof. Besides, the White Lotus Sect itself was not worthy of trust.

Duàn Yì held no favorable opinion of Xia Shu or Prince Duan; indeed, he was filled with disgust toward them. Given the chance, he would never show mercy to that father and son.

He was equally repulsed by the White Lotus Sect and wished he could uproot them entirely, lest this pack of destructive, evil creatures continued leaping about and sickening everyone.

From the bottom of his heart, Duan Yu's disgust toward the White Lotus Sect far surpassed his feelings toward Prince Duan and Xia Shu.

Moreover, one could not fix one's eyes on a single point in all matters. One had to judge and calculate from the greater direction and the broader environment.

Personal grudges were utterly insignificant before such matters of right and wrong.

If Duàn Yì listened to the scar-faced youth, sat aside with folded arms, and waited for them to capture Prince Duan and force out the whereabouts of that treasure—

Unless Duàn Yì slaughtered every family head upstairs and every representative of the major factions, leaving no witnesses, his actions would inevitably shake the world and be deliberately spread to