Lin Qing watched Dugu Jian's retreating back.
His gaze gradually turned cold.
The scene from moments ago kept replaying in his mind.
To seize a Supreme-Grade Source Artifact, Dugu Jian had attacked.
He had ambushed Sasib from the side and slit his throat with a single stroke.
He had even been willing to make an enemy of Lin Qing, who belonged to the same camp.
Such outrageous conduct was truly despicable.
As Lin Qing understood it, the martial path was perilous and demanded life-and-death combat, but that did not mean striking someone grievously wounded and utterly defenseless.
A strong man's sword should be pointed at someone stronger.
Lin Qing remembered when he had first joined the Martial Temple.
Zhu Chongzhen had once spoken to him in private.
"When you travel beyond our borders, the prodigies of your camp are your brothers-in-arms."
"In times of danger, only they will stand beside you."
He had believed those words. On the outskirts of the Ancient Baleful Battlefield,
he had protected Yue Ling'er and Ji Han.
He had thought that, as fellow prodigies of Great Shun,
even if they could not bare their hearts to each other, they would at least refrain from harming one another.
Now he knew that had merely been his own naivety.
Dugu Jian had not killed Sasib for justice.
Nor had he done it to spare Lin Qing trouble down the road.
He had done it for the Wild Lion Sacred Axe and the treasures in Sasib's Mustard Seed Bag.
He could exploit someone's vulnerability and attack from behind.
He could ruthlessly kill a grievously wounded man when he was utterly defenseless.
Such a man could not be trusted.
Lin Qing slowly clenched his fists.
It was not as though he had never encountered ruthless people.
He had killed