You're Not Even Surnamed Guan [Monthly Ticket Request]

Yun Ce could only suppress his emotions by clenching his fists. His eyes brimmed with anger as he thundered, "I know all that you've said, of course, but my lord is different. He shouldn't be like this!"

When he'd left the mountain, his master had warned him that the world below was treacherous.

Yun Ce said, "This disciple came from below the mountain, so of course I know how treacherous it is. But if a martial artist grows timid just because the world is 'treacherous,' how can their martial path ever advance?"

His master had asked, "Can you really tell the difference between people and ghosts?"

Back then, Yun Ce had answered with unwavering confidence, "This disciple can."

His master had stroked his salt-and-pepper beard and smiled without a word.

Now, however, Yun Ce felt a flicker of doubt.

Could he really tell people from ghosts?

He'd thought that since his lord, Huang Lie, had come from the lowest rungs of society and had suffered under the wanton abuses of the powerful, he should understand better than anyone how hard life was for the common people. He might not leave them completely unmolested, but surely he would at least restrain his soldiers and keep them from committing such heinous acts.

Yun Ce took a deep breath. "It never happened before."

Yun Ce knew that few powers could rise in this world with completely clean hands. By the time he'd joined Huang Lie, the Dragon Slaying Bureau was already in its early stages, and Huang Lie had passed the period of wild growth and built up his initial power.

His army's discipline wasn't particularly strict, but the people's opinion of them had been passable.

The veteran knew what period Yun Ce meant by "before." He gave a scornful laugh. "It never