Talk
Luo Bozi suddenly froze.
He had only been thinking that since Cloud Mist Mountain had clashed head-on with the Divine Path Sect and Shuiyue Mountain, they were naturally enemies.
He had considered some of the reasons behind it.
Divine Path's son had been killed.
That boy had been hunted by the City Lord and Divine Path in succession for so long; it already counted as a blood feud.
Yet he had overlooked the most obvious matter.
Although Qin Shaofeng's words sounded full of holes,
he knew perfectly well that Divine Path's dead son had not been any important figure. After all, Divine Path was no lovesick Seed of Love—if he did not have a hundred sons, he had at least eighty. Divine Path had acted more for the sake of face than anything else.
As for the grudge between him and Qin Shaofeng, it could be said to have been entirely orchestrated by Dudao.
As long as Dudao was wiped out, their face could be fully recovered.
The same was even more true for Zuo Wuhen.
He had wanted a favor from Divine Path, yet he had never expected that the boy he was provoking was no simple character either.
Even under a sneak attack, being able to leave a scar on Zuo Wuhen's face and sever one of his arms was enough to show the gravity of the matter.
If it had been an ordinary person,
then even if Divine Path had stood there, they would never have been able to harm so much as a single hair on his head.
The various sides had plotted first, and the other party had acted only in self-defense. Did they truly still need to seek revenge and recover their dignity?
The more he thought about it, the more feasible Qin