"The righteous path has always shown no mercy when striking down dissenters. There's nothing wrong with that saying. Even if you hadn't done it, someone else would have." I sneered.
Fan Tiansheng was quite satisfied with my answer. He took a sip of tea, then spoke again after a long while. "Yes, but when I heard I was to assassinate Zi Qingyun, I still couldn't suppress the anguish in my heart. She had spared my life once, after all. If I'd fallen into the hands of another immortal cultivator back then, I would've been reduced to ashes long ago. That was tantamount to making me kill my own savior..."
I couldn't help letting out a soundless sneer. I remained silent alongside him for a while before speaking first. "But in the end, you were still an ungrateful wretch who killed Zi Qingyun, so why put on that hypocritical act? Still, you don't need to feel sad. The Li Xiangru Li Daoist Venerable beside you is just like you—supremely benevolent on one hand, utterly hypocritical on the other. You're both devils cloaked in righteousness. As the saying goes, birds of a feather flock together. Otherwise, how could you have hit it off so perfectly? Right?"
"You!" Li Xiangru grew somewhat furious. Doing something oneself was one matter, but having someone say it aloud was another. It made one look ugly, no matter who was present. It was a matter of face.
"Haha..." Fan Tiansheng burst out laughing. "Do you always speak like this?"
"Heh, not usually. It's just that with certain people, there's no need to be so polite. A person must know what to do and what not to do to be called human. Since you can't even hold on to your bottom line, you can't blame others for pointing