Clash

Lin Zhengren did not look at the well, nor did he look at how Lin Zhengli had jumped into it; he only looked at Jiang Wang.

"Has Your Excellency seen clearly this time?" he asked.

Jiang Wang tilted his head and listened for a moment.

He heard how Lin Zhengli, his Dao Essence sealed, struggled at the bottom of the well. He heard how his strength faded, and how he sank into the water.

He had indeed heard it clearly.

Lin Zhengli was dead, thoroughly dead.

Back then, in order to seek justice for An'an, Jiang Wang had borrowed a spear and stood alone before the gate. The Lin Family had only pushed out Lin Zhenglun as a scapegoat, and that concession had only been made for the sake of Zhu Weiwu.

But today, masked and here for this, he had forced Lin Zhengli to his death with a casual excuse.

Everything seemed to have changed, yet it also seemed that nothing had changed at all.

The thorn that he once had to avoid due to a lack of strength had finally been pulled out.

Did it feel satisfying? It didn't seem so.

Standing there, Jiang Wang felt a sense of loss instead.

The thorn had been pulled out, but the wound it left behind seemed to be telling him the true nature of this world.

"There is no reason to be found in this world, only naked strength and cold, hard reality," Jiang Yan said gloomily within the Heaven-Connecting Palace. "I have seen too much in the imprints of the White Bone Venerable God. If you were not so stubborn and were willing to listen to me, I could make you grow strong much faster. Let go of those meaningless restraints. Etiquette, morality, kindness—they are merely shackles used by