Chu Qing stood at the entrance of an unknown mountain village on a rural continent.
The village was quite large, with more than a hundred households.
Most of the villagers were ordinary people, though there were also a few martial artists.
Chu Qing released a trace of killing intent, and a group of ordinary people and martial artists collapsed to the ground.
Only one schoolteacher remained completely unaffected.
The schoolteacher sat upright in the private school, leisurely sipping tea.
Chu Qing swaggered up to him and plopped down. "You're about to die, and you're still in the mood for tea?"
The schoolteacher sighed.
He brewed a cup of tea and pushed it over. "Chu Qing, we have neither grievance nor enmity. I have secluded myself from the world for seven or eight eras."
"Why must you trouble me?"
Chu Qing drank the tea, swallowing even the leaves, then savored it. "This tea is no good!"
"Just like you, it's all trash!"
The schoolteacher smiled. "I haven't involved myself in the grudges of the martial world for a long time. Why must you trouble me?"
Chu Qing sighed wistfully. "I don't want to trouble you either, but who told you to curse me once?"
"Grudges of the martial world?"
"I don't know what the martial world is. I only know grievances and enmities!"
"You cursed me back then. Now that I'm strong enough, I must take revenge."
The schoolteacher rapidly shook his head. "Chu Qing, I never cursed you."
"I have always treated others kindly. I have never cursed anyone!"
"I think you have found the wrong person!"
Chu Qing shook his head. "No mistake!"
"The Twelve Thousand Path Creators cursed me. You are definitely one of them!"
The schoolteacher shook his head. "I haven't made enemies with anyone for seven