Encirclement

Miao He answered with a cold sneer.

The Beast King stood with his arms folded atop the tiger-serpent's head. His solemn expression carried a trace of surprised astonishment, as well as the righteous pride of a great sect. He cast an indifferent glance at the black-robed Old Devil laughing so hard he clutched his belly. "Laugh as you please. It will not change your devilish nature. No matter how you twist black into white and slander others, you cannot shake my heart in the slightest."

Tu Shan Jun, who had been slapping his thigh and straightening his back, could not help but smile. He pointed at the Beast King, then lowered his hand again.

He had actually known long ago that saying so much was useless.

All words were pale and feeble.

Should he defend himself?

Actually, he should.

There was no such thing as the pure remaining pure and the muddy remaining muddy. If one did not refute the accusations, they would be hammered into an ironclad case, and silence would be taken as admission of one's deeds.

Yet Tu Shan Jun did not like explaining himself. He did not even like saying much at all. He preferred respecting fate.

Of course, if he encountered a Demon Cultivator who had lost all humanity, he did not mind meddling.

Not because he wished to do good or slay demons and exterminate devils.

In truth, he had no particularly righteous reason. The only reason that barely counted was rather dark and selfish: venting his anger. Anger at the fate he had suffered back then, so he took it out on all Demon Cultivators.

"Our Beast Taming Sect regards spirit beasts as brothers, as family. Our fates are bound together, and calling one another fellow Daoists is not excessive in the least.