"Indeed, that is exactly what this old man has been thinking. Isn't this what an immortal should naturally think?" Xiao Jianlan asked rhetorically.
I gritted my teeth and nodded, but many doubts still remained in my heart, so I asked again, "Since Senior has spread disciples far and wide and gathered information on the Heaven Peepers guiding each lineage, how do you plan to deal with them?"
Xiao Jianlan did not evade my gaze or question. He said calmly, "If killing one evil person can save ten million people, would Fellow Daoist Xia kill him or not?"
"If he is truly evil, then naturally he should be killed." I frowned. Xiao Jianlan smiled and said, "For the sake of every immortal beneath Heaven, the Heaven Peepers themselves are evil. They control the world's fate, make the immortals of the world slaughter one another, and turn countless immortals into the black demon soldiers you mentioned, Fellow Daoist. Their crimes are beyond counting. Representing the immortals of the world, we must wipe them out and become butchers once more, so that peace can descend upon the world!"
I looked at the old man before me as though I were seeing someone else, even though he was not wrong. Even I felt that his words made perfect sense—indeed, they were what I had always thought. Yet when the words came from him, a trace of hesitation arose in my heart.
Perhaps this was the wariness I had been born with in my bones. When something so abnormal happened, one had to question the causes and reasons behind it, rather than blindly accepting whatever others said.
"If they are affecting the world's progress toward peace, then this butcher's work is naturally justified. It's just that..." I pondered for a while before continuing, "If we