The Old Daoist

"Ho, there's even a Mound of Skulls," Li Nian said, looking at the mountain of bandit corpses. "The three hanging up there—are they the leaders?"

Snowy Owl shrugged. "I don't know either, but those three fought the best, so I guess they must have been the most heinous. After all, if you choose the wrong line of work... the greater your ability, the greater the harm you can cause."

"Of course, their combat ability was only relative. To me... they were just the difference between one slash and two."

As Snowy Owl spoke, Li Nian nodded.

Gao Shan sighed beside them. "Honestly, I don't think this was necessary, but... these people brought it upon themselves. There are even more disgusting sights inside the stronghold, so we won't go in to look."

"What are they?"

Li Nian asked curiously.

Gao Shan lowered his voice. "We found the hands and feet of children in one of the pots..."

"And they didn't eat them because of some terrible famine. On the contrary, their Warehouse had plenty of food—so much that they had even brewed many jars of liquor," Snowy Owl said calmly. "Those people deserved to die."

Li Nian looked at them, her smile fading. "If that's the case, then you did the right thing, but it still wasn't enough..."

She looked at the corpses piled up and hanging there. Almost all of them had been pierced through a vital point with a single slash.

"You killed them too quickly. They died too painlessly... Once they were dead, no matter how much you handled their corpses, you couldn't punish them anymore."

Gao Shan, Snowy Owl, and Seagull all cast strange looks at Li Nian. She spread her hands.

"Those looks are a little hurtful. It's as if having normal morals and hating villains