Xie Junmeng was a forceful, self-centered, stubborn, even somewhat crazed man.
Otherwise, he would not have decided without a second word to use Jiang Wang to test poison, using a stranger he had never met to test Yi Tang of Benevolent Heart Pavilion's medical skill.
He had no notion of good or evil, only his own whims.
Yi Tang had dared to write this letter, and this fellow in the bamboo hat had dared to bring Yi Tang's letter to bother him. He would teach them a lesson. That was all.
As for whether Yi Tang could detoxify the poison in time, or whether this man could survive, those were matters of no consequence.
During their exchange, his killing intent had been utterly stirred. Having truly struck at this stranger with lethal force, he had also been prepared to be killed in turn.
If he died, he would accept it.
But this young man hidden beneath his bamboo hat and rain cape said, "Spare others when you can."
At this moment, his feelings defied expression.
For the first time, confusion appeared on his deathly pale face.
Jiang Wang merely walked on with one hand on his sword, never once looking back.
He had come east all this way only to test his sword, only to verify his own path.
He himself had insisted on using Yi Tang's letter of introduction as a stepping stone, and he had deliberately provoked Xie Junmeng's raging fire.
Though Xie Junmeng's domineering ruthlessness had exceeded his expectations, it had indeed maximized the effect of this spar. For Jiang Wang, his goal had already been achieved. The rest was not so important.
Sitting in meditation in the Wuyandu Mountain Range for half a year had allowed him to settle his past.
From Benevolent Heart Pavilion to