"He is pitiful, but over the years, he has killed more than enough people who deserved to die. Are we supposed to exterminate every living creature under heaven just because of these grudges? He has caused no shortage of tragedies himself. Who knows whether those immortals he killed had families and children? If they did, aren't their children pitiful too?" I shook my head.
"Oh... What you said does make sense. But there were reasons for that too... After all, the White-Haired Demon Child suffered calamity at such a young age and never received any guidance. No matter who it was, it would be hard to bear such an experience... Shouldn't we at least try and see whether we can..." Li Zhier was, after all, only a young girl, so it was inevitable that she would feel compassion.
I nodded and said, "Let's find him first. For now, we should make a rough plan. We can't wait until we find him, then panic because we haven't figured out what to do."
"Fellow Daoist Li, Fellow Daoist Wei, how do you plan to deal with the White-Haired Demon Child?" After hearing me, Li Zhier asked Li Tinglan and Wei Shuang.
After enduring another day, the blue fuel covering Li Tinglan's body had faded somewhat. Her exquisite features had finally become visible, while Wei Shuang was tall and broad-shouldered, with a resolute expression that never seemed to leave his face. This war had also taken many of his relatives from him, so he was destined to embark on this path of resistance.
Li Tinglan thought for a moment before saying, "You want to find the White-Haired Demon Child for the incomplete scrolls of the Yin-Yang Sword Body. We can't kill him, because if he dies, you can forget about leaving this place