Zuo Lengxie was filled with righteous spirit, unbending before might. His impassioned speech shone with the radiance of humanity.
At this moment, though he had the hawk-eyed, wolfish look of someone decidedly not good, in spirit he was undoubtedly a giant of light crushing everyone present.
Xiang Yuan was dazzled by the light rushing at him, unable to look directly at it. He sucked in a cold breath and completely believed that Zuo Lengxie was a good man.
Xiao Qiushui was even ashamed of his own inferiority. A trace of shame at his own sycophancy rose within him, but he quickly suppressed it, replacing it with a lofty contempt born of intellectual superiority.
As long as the green hills remain, there will be no shortage of firewood. A hard backbone could only buy a moment of satisfaction; only a soft backbone could live long enough to fulfill the ambitions in one's heart.
You brat refused to bow before tyranny, yet you still dreamed of setting Yellow Springs Dao back on the righteous path? Pah, I'd say you don't understand reputable orthodox sects at all!
With Brother Xiang in Yellow Springs Dao, it would only sink all the way to the bottom and forever become a crooked path of Demonic Beings!
Xiao Qiushui disdained Zuo Lengxie's persistence, considering it stupidity beyond saving. A true wise man ought to know how to assess the times and adapt to circumstances, how to preserve himself in adversity—like him, for instance.
Zuo Lengxie's impassioned words were no more than empty pleasure of the tongue. Forget saving Yellow Springs Dao—today, he could not even save himself.
"Brother Xiang, there's no need to talk about jianghu morality with righteous-path people like this. Let's gang up and destroy him," Xiao Qiushui shouted, eager to display his loyalty and