Old Adversary

To be fair, killing a suspected spy in front of everyone was already a bit excessive.

What if the other party had not been a spy? Even if the killer had great influence and considerable prestige, there would still be some aftermath to deal with.

Most crucially, Feng Jun had picked this man out from the crowd and struck without the slightest hesitation.

Yu Zhengqing naturally knew that, thanks to the lighting fixtures, the area outside the Blessing Courtyard was brightly lit as well. But night was still not the same as daytime.

Without absolute confidence, who would dare kill someone like that?

Of course, what mattered even more to him was that Feng Jun had not killed the wrong person, and the man he killed had even been an elite from Marvelous Hands Pavilion's Dark Hall.

Although his methods had been somewhat crude—the corpse was especially gruesome—when one traveled the martial world, ruthlessness truly was the proper path.

Just as he was thinking this, he suddenly heard Feng Jun sigh. "Sigh, I was still a little too softhearted."

Yu Zhengqing could not help turning his head. If this counted as softhearted, what could possibly be called cruel? Did he have to tear the man into pieces?

Yet when he looked over, he froze. Feng Jun was using a needle to stitch up Lang Zhen's wound, his face full of apology.

Feng Jun had studied literature, not medicine, and had never learned how to suture wounds. But no matter how clumsy his skill was, it was still better than leaving the wound unstitched.

Lang Zhen looked utterly unconcerned. Aside from his mouth occasionally twitching from the pain, his expression remained calm. "The Divine Doctor wanted to investigate whether those people were passersby first. That was an act of compassion. I