Yao Chen deeply sensed the confusion in Xiao Yan's heart, yet remained silent, saying nothing.
From the moment Xiao Yan decided to leave and gain experience, Yao Chen had known that this day would come sooner or later.
Xiao Yan would come to understand, in a way that would be etched into his bones, that the true difficulty of the righteous path he pursued did not lie within himself, but within others.
There would always be people who could not be reasoned with. Resorting to force could only deal with the people causing the problem, not the problem itself.
Xiao Yan stared blankly at the three headless corpses on the ground, then turned and calmly looked towards the woman and driver on the carriage.
"Huh?!"
The woman remained unmoved beneath Xiao Yan's gaze, but the driver wore a terrified expression and instinctively shrank back.
He was merely an ordinary commoner. How could he ever have seen such a bloody, brutal scene? Even though those who had met such an end were bandits who had tried to rob him, the driver could not stop himself from feeling repulsed by Xiao Yan.
It was not repulsion toward Xiao Yan himself, but an instinctive fear of Xiao Yan's actions.
Looking at the driver, who was frightened to the extreme, some life returned to Xiao Yan's pupils. He lowered his head blankly and looked at the Black Xuan Heavy Ruler embedded in the ground, stained with blood. His brows drew tightly together as his gradually clearing mind began silently reflecting.
Could a righteous path that made the weak feel fear still be called righteous?
Xiao Yan slowly raised his head and looked at the fear in the driver's eyes, beginning to consider the matter seriously.
Why was he afraid?
Was it because what I