Since ancient times, the morality of the cultivation world had been quite simple. Beyond the most basic notions of good and evil, there was only "close kin shielding one another."
And foremost among such matters was "the vengeance of a murdered father."
Ming Kun's attack on Immortal Rongjing, in the eyes of Immortal Rongjing and those close to him, was not retaliation, but "a son avenging his father"—the most natural thing in the world!
Conversely, if Ming Kun had not sought revenge... his peers would instead have deemed him unfilial.
That day, when Immortal Rongjing had approached him to inquire about his circumstances in the Sacred Emperor Domain, it might have been understandable, but... in Ming Kun's eyes, it had likely been no different from a face-to-face provocation. Punishment had been inevitable!
—From this alone, Ming Kun's decision to merely wound Immortal Rongjing rather than kill him in public revealed an even deeper scheme.
The former showed that he was more rational.
"But likewise, as far as I am concerned—regardless of whether Ming Kun truly went through such an experience, so long as I know he is Heavenly Flame Adept's only son... should the chance arise in the future, I will not let him off lightly either!"
Wei Tu's eyes turned faintly cold as he pondered in secret.
"Brother Ming, what is it?"
At the same time, within a luxurious cave abode in Jinyue Immortal City, Ming Kun sat in a small suspended pavilion, watching female cultivators dance gracefully upon a jade platform in the distance. At that moment, he suddenly froze, as though a whim had struck his heart.
The fine nectar in his wine cup spilled onto his collar as his attention wandered for that brief instant.
Seeing this, one of his companions, dressed in brocade robes