[Ding.]
[Congratulations, Host, for killing the Young Mistress of the Netherworld Sect. Obtained 150,000 AFK points.]
Chen Changqing looked at the AFK points soaring on the panel, and the last trace of gloom in his chest completely dispersed.
Refreshing.
Truly refreshing.
Rujie leaned over, looking at the corpses of Netherworld Sect disciples scattered across the ground, then at Chen Changqing.
“Holy Son Chen, you're usually quite reasonable.”
Chen Changqing said, "And?"
"Once you're done reasoning, your hand is pretty swift too."
Si Youyou walked over and nudged the array flag Ming Jiuyou had dropped with her foot.
"The Netherworld Sect's Young Mistress died here. Things will be lively outside."
Bai Wuya put away his spear.
"Within the Heavenly Palace, everyone relies on their own abilities. If they truly want to demand accountability, let them come to Shushan."
Rujie gave him a thumbs-up.
"Senior, those words are brimming with Zen."
Bai Wuya looked at him.
"You're a Buddhist disciple. Stop adding Zen to Shushan."
Rujie pressed his palms together.
"This humble monk will do his best."
Chen Changqing put away the group's storage artifacts, and the Inheritance Token grew hot again.
This time, it was even more urgent than before.
Deep within the stone passage, the lingering chime of a bell had yet to fade. Bronze patterns lit up one by one, leading farther inward.
Chen Changqing raised his head.
"The place of inheritance is close."
"By the way, Chen Changsheng, I've really wanted to ask—why do you like finishing people off?" Rujie suddenly asked. He had noticed that Chen Changsheng seemed to enjoy delivering the final blow.
Bai Wuya felt the same way. He had seen Chen Changsheng do it several times already—every time after Bai Wuya had suppressed someone, he would tell him not to kill them and leave