Ye Jianan had come aggressively, and Su Xin naturally had no intention of backing down.
Just as Ye Jianan had said, it was no longer merely that they bore an irreconcilable grudge against Su Xin. Su Xin felt the same toward them.
After killing Xiao Moye, Su Xin had even considered wiping out the Huanxi Lineage entirely.
But if he truly did so, there would be two obstacles. One was the Esoteric Sect. No matter how much the Esoteric Sect despised the people of the Huanxi Cult, they were still part of the Esoteric Sect's lineage. The entire Esoteric Sect would never allow Su Xin to simply annihilate an intact Esoteric Sect temple.
The other obstacle was the man before him, the Two-Faced Wisdom King, Ye Jianan.
This man was now the helmsman of Huanxi Temple. That Great Joy Arhat was likely long dead already. So long as Ye Jianan could be removed, Huanxi Temple would become a dragon without a head, and Su Xin could easily destroy it.
Thus, facing Ye Jianan, Su Xin stepped forward directly and said calmly, "Originally, your Huanxi Lineage and I kept to our own waters and minded our own wells. For the Esoteric Sect's sake, so long as you did not provoke me, I naturally would not have touched you.
"But people always have to pay the price for everything they do, don't they? If Xiao Moye had been willing to tuck his head into his shell back then, none of this would have happened today."
Ye Jianan said nothing. He knew all this, but it had never been possible.
Xiao Moye had been a Yang Spirit Realm martial artist, an existence standing at the very peak of the jianghu. Moreover, in the outside world, Xiao Moye represented the face of Huanxi Temple