Suppressing the faint ripples rising in his heart, Meng Zhao turned his gaze to Hua Zizai and said regretfully,
"Hua Zizai, Senior Hua, what a pity, what a pity. I never imagined you were one of Hell Path. What a disappointment. How are those martial artists who regard you as their mentor supposed to conduct themselves from now on?"
Meng Zhao and Hua Zizai had met and exchanged words before. Though it had only been a brief encounter, it had made them more familiar with one another, unlike the unfamiliarity he shared with Hell Path's Envoy Wang.
Bitterness tugged at Hua Zizai's lips. What could he do? What could he possibly do?
Just as people were born divided into ranks high and low, he could not choose his origins either. Otherwise, if he had any choice, he would never have had any further entanglement with Hell Path. Following the righteous path and walking the proper road would have been enough to let him live out his life in peace, rather than spending every day and night on tenterhooks, terrified of becoming the target of someone's crusade against demons and defense of the Dao.
"General Meng, I will not waste words. I only hope you understand that I bear you no ill will, nor do I wish for any conflict with the Meng Family. Everything has been beyond my control."
As he spoke, his gaze flickered imperceptibly toward Hell Path's Envoy Wang. There was some deliberate posturing in it, but also genuine resentment. If not for this idiot, how could he have fallen to such a state?
Envoy Wang naturally heard Hua Zizai's words and sensed his gaze, yet remained unmoved.
He had no intention of defending himself, nor was there any need to. The facts were indeed as Hua Zizai