Lin Chuan coldly glanced at the cultivators he had burned to death, then turned his gaze to Young Master Hai. There was no ripple in his heart.
"Murderers are always killed in turn. There's nothing more to say. If it were you, Young Master Hai, would you have let these people seize the Enlightenment Ancient Tree? Or do you truly think they were qualified to meddle in something like this?" Lin Chuan said indifferently. The people were already dead. Though it had been somewhat unexpected, he felt no regret.
"Anyone can spout righteous nonsense, but wouldn't these people have died no matter whose hands they fell into? If we hadn't acted, you, Young Master Hai, would have. Why bother pretending to be pure here?" Ni Huanzhi said with a light laugh.
With the Enlightenment Ancient Tree appearing, no one could resist the temptation of such a supreme treasure. And those capable of getting involved in the struggle for such a treasure clearly could not be those self-important prodigies.
Clearing the field was something every major faction did. For instance, upon discovering a treasure ground or an ancient ruin, major powers would generally act to seal off the entire area and claim all the benefits for themselves. They would not care in the slightest whether independent cultivators lived or died. Being willing to politely persuade them to leave was already considered merciful; killing them to silence them was hardly unheard of. Everyone had long grown accustomed to such things. It was simply that, in this struggle, even those who considered themselves members of great factions lacked the strength to monopolize the entire place.
Young Master Hai said nothing further in response to Lin Chuan's words, because there truly was nothing he could refute. If Lin Chuan had not killed these people,