"What?"
Ji Jue froze.
He could understand the first half of that sentence, but the question was... kill who?
Bei Gong?
He stared blankly at Jiang Tongguang, unable to understand. What would you kill him for?
Anvil Elder had been the one stirring up trouble from beginning to end. How had that poor bastard Bei Gong ended up in their sights? How long had it even been since three Grandmasters had ganged up on him? Surely the Association could find another sheep to fleece?
For a moment, a hundred thousand little question marks bubbled up from Ji Jue's head. Under Jiang Tongguang's gaze, he instinctively asked, "What about Jianyuan?"
Herding one sheep or two was still herding sheep. Since they were already going, and it would hardly be out of their way, shouldn't the Association at least consider it? Jiang Tongguang fell silent too, looking at him with a complicated expression before letting out a heartfelt sigh.
Your lineage really is... such a loving, harmonious family!
Ye Xian had at least only walked out on her master. Everyone thought you'd be better than her, given how much you respected your teachers and traditions. How did you skip straight to fellow disciples killing each other and loved ones cutting each other off?
Oh, so once you leave, you're no longer family, and killing you doesn't count?
But when he recalled Ji Jue's history—how he had once sacrificed himself to rescue his colleagues from Jianyuan's workshop in Quancheng—he suddenly understood a little.
After all, anyone who fell into the hands of Stagnant Rot was guaranteed every imaginable torture. Someone like Jianyuan would never care about bonds between fellow disciples. Even if Ji Jue had survived, he must have suffered terribly. Resentment was only natural.
Unfortunately, herding sheep was one thing, and killing