Shui Hetong naturally had the right to say such things.
He, and the Wind and Rain Tower he belonged to, held an exalted position in the jianghu because of White Immortal's presence.
Even though the strengths of those within the Wind and Rain Tower varied greatly, they were often held in high regard when they traveled the jianghu.
In the early years, it would not have been an exaggeration to call the Wind and Rain Tower the leader of the martial world.
Though there was no longer any such title as martial alliance leader, most people from the Wind and Rain Tower were upright, loyal, and clear in their loves and hates.
Perhaps it had something to do with White Immortal.
Or perhaps it was the example and teachings of the several tower masters of the Wind and Rain Tower.
In short—when they saw injustice on the road, they drew their blades to lend a hand.
As one of the tower masters, Shui Hetong was naturally the same.
After listening closely enough to hear Song Jin Jian vanish around the northbound street corner, he withdrew his attention and drank from his small cup.
"Song Jin Jian came from an Aristocratic Family that had fallen into decline. He studied from childhood and vowed to earn scholarly honors."
"Yet when he was ten, his father was framed. Three generations of family wealth were gambled away in a single night, leaving behind a massive debt."
"After that, his father fell gravely ill and never rose again. Unable to bear the humiliation of debt collectors coming to their door, his mother threw herself into the river."
"Before two years had passed, Song Jin Jian had suffered the loss of his mother, then his father, and the estrangement of his relatives."
"An ordinary person facing