Chen Yuan looked at his utterly shameless expression, like a dead pig unafraid of boiling water, and could no longer be bothered to play the stern master.
He sighed, a sigh laden with meaning.
"Forget it. You killed them, so be it. We Shushan Disciples should follow our hearts. Kill when killing is called for, seize what ought to be seized, so long as right is on our side."
He paused. "If Great Chu and the Yin Yue Holy Dynasty dare come demanding their people back, tell them to pay for them. If they dare run wild in Shushan, my sword is no vegetarian."
Chen Changqing grinned.
He had known it. This old man fiercely protected his own. On the surface, he played the impartial, iron-faced Sect Leader, but deep down, he guarded his brood more fiercely than anyone.
As long as he had right on his side, even if he punched a hole in the heavens, Shushan would cover for him.
Chen Yuan changed tack, his expression turning grave.
He leaned forward slightly, a sharp gleam flashing through his seemingly clouded old eyes.
"But you really have offended them beyond reconciliation this time. Those two powers don't dare declare war on Shushan outright now, but they certainly won't swallow this insult. At the upcoming Ten Great Sect Competition, they'll undoubtedly join forces with other powers and move against you in secret."
Looking at Chen Changqing's matter-of-fact expression, Chen Yuan found himself momentarily at a loss for words.
This brat acted nothing like a disciple of the foremost power on the Righteous Path. Instead, everything he did carried a bandit's swagger. Yet somehow, he always found a justification, leaving no grounds for punishment even if one wanted to punish him.
"Do you know what the Ten Great Sect Competition means?"