Of all things under heaven, who could truly be without emotion?
Meng Qingshan stood to the side, making no attempt to seize the more than 2,000 points of cultivation that had originally been within his grasp.
After Zhao Zhicheng had passed through his hands just now, even if Mister Mo had been present, his injuries would still have been fatal.
As long as the outcome was right, he was not particularly concerned about the process.
After confirming that Zhao Zhicheng was truly dead, Old Zhang struggled to carry Zhao Zhicheng on his back and walked toward the door. His silhouette stretched long beneath the moonlight, seeming especially lonely and desolate.
"Cheng'er, our bond has come to an end. If there is a next life, I hope both of us can be clean people."
Watching Old Zhang's departing figure, Meng Qingshan's heart was filled with conflicting emotions.
He let out a soft sigh and quietly closed the gate of the Fuwei Escort Agency. The score between him and the Fuwei Escort Agency had yet to be settled.
The Escort involved in that night's slaughter were absolutely not free of responsibility.
He walked into the front courtyard, and the massacre began.
In the blink of an eye, Meng Qingshan was covered in blood, standing alone amid the pool of blood.
He had slaughtered every Escort in the front courtyard of the Fuwei Escort Agency.
Now, his target shifted to the side courtyard, where the apprentices and servants usually lived.
Clearly, the commotion in the front courtyard had alarmed the side courtyard. Many people came rushing out, most of them apprentices and servants of the Fuwei Escort Agency.
Some of the apprentices among them were about the same age as Li Xiaoyao, while some were still young children.
Could he truly bring himself