When Chen Feng saw Chen Changsheng again, he spoke.
"Long time no see. You still treat human lives as worthless as blades of grass."
"Wang Shanhuo was a good girl. Her death was such a pity."
Hearing Chen Feng's words, Chen Changsheng smiled faintly. "You're still the same too—always so blunt."
"But I see things differently. I don't think Wang Shanhuo's death was a pity at all."
"Why?"
"Because Wang Shanhuo was Liu Yidao's shelter from the storm. If Wang Shanhuo didn't die, Liu Yidao would never wake up."
"So you intended to kill one person to save another? Isn't that method a little too cruel?"
A trace of reluctance showed in Chen Feng's tone.
As a cultivator, Chen Feng had witnessed much life and death, yet he had never been able to bear watching the weak and innocent die miserable deaths.
Because in his view, life should not be toyed with like this.
"Such methods are of course cruel, of course inhuman. So what do you intend to do?"
Faced with Chen Changsheng's words, Chen Feng glanced at the world before him.
"You had me watch here for eleven months, and I learned for eleven months as well."
"Over those eleven months, I saw everything clearly."
"To be fair, the geniuses of the Chang Sheng Epoch surpassed anything I had imagined. Though they lived in purgatory, their hearts still turned toward the light."
"That resolve earned my respect. So I intend to join them in saving all living things, in saving these countless common people."
"One day, I will leave people like you with nowhere to use your skills. I will completely 'kill' you, sir!"
"Ha ha ha!"
The moment those words left his mouth, Chen Changsheng burst into laughter.
"No problem. I'll wait for you to come 'kill'