"So it was the Yuan Family."
An Jing did know about Qu Tong's affair. That was also why, after the other man laid everything bare, An Jing had not dealt with this "Cultivator Bandit": "Then it seems I shouldn't have held back. I should've killed that Master."
In his view, the fact that Qu Tong had not gone on an indiscriminate killing spree after suffering such a thing meant he still possessed some moral conscience. He was the sort of person who could be saved.
"No, there's no need..."
Hearing An Jing's words, Qu Tong raised his head in shock and looked at him—he could not understand how An Jing could so casually speak of "killing a Master"... Could it be true? Would someone really make an enemy of the Yuan Family and kill a Master over another person's misfortune?
What did he deserve? Why would An Jing do this?!
"You misunderstand. It isn't because of you. It's because of the matter itself."
An Jing noticed Qu Tong's astonishment and naturally knew that, by the other man's way of thinking, he could not understand him.
That was normal. He had never expected the people of this world to understand his thoughts. They had been disciplined by this world; no matter how they resisted, scars remained, and their way of thinking had settled into the grooves left by those wounds.
And he had been born to discipline this world.
"Then again."
An Jing ate a piece of beef and gazed thoughtfully out the window. "While we're sitting here eating beef, similar things are probably happening somewhere else too, aren't they?"
"Leaving aside everything else, Qu Tong—if I hadn't held back and had gone all out against the Fengdu Guard from the start, do you know how many people like you would