Seeing the disdain in Lu Zijian's eyes, Lao Chu smiled faintly. "If I don't say it, I'll feel stifled!"
"I've endured humiliation and borne heavy burdens for so many years. If I don't find someone to vent to, wouldn't that be far too suffocating?"
"Besides, you're my defeated subordinate now. Letting you hear my complaints is still reasonable enough."
Hearing this, Lu Zijian said, "Fine. Then tell me."
"The reason is simple. I deliberately had Mo Bai kill those people."
"As the saying goes, rare goods are worth hoarding. Too many people are walking the same road, so naturally my value will be dragged down."
Having said that, Lao Chu pressed the slender sword, no wider than a finger, against Lu Zijian's brow.
"Master Faxian, if you take one more step forward, the sword in my hand will pierce down."
"You saw my sword just now. I believe that no matter how fast you are, you can't be faster than the sword in my hand."
As his words fell, Lao Chu turned to look to the side.
Faxian had appeared nearby at some point.
"Amitabha."
"Lay down the butcher knife, and turn back to reach the shore. Benefactor, it is not too late for you to turn back now."
Faxian clasped his hands together and lowered his head as he spoke. Lao Chu smiled faintly. "Of course I want to turn back. I just wonder whether Master is willing to give me that chance."
"If Master is willing to spare me, I guarantee that I'll cleanse my heart, reform myself, and turn back to reach the shore."
Facing the calm Lao Chu, Faxian raised his head slightly, and a thread of Vajra demon-subduing killing intent spilled from his eyes.
"Master, don't scare me with that look. I'm a timid person—I