Tang San Stood Back Up Again

Xie Ru did not explain in detail, but everyone in the courtyard understood.

He was referring to the commoners.

They had neither the Soul Power of Title Douluo nor the influence of powerful clans and noble families. They did not even have the chance to choose their own fates.

Once a battle at the Title Douluo level erupted within a city, the first to suffer were never the Soul Masters capable of protecting themselves, but these unarmed ordinary people.

They had chosen nothing, yet they had to pay the price for others' choices. There was no doubt that this was unfair.

Zhou Qiubai fell silent for a moment, then slowly nodded. "Mr. Xie is right. If those who want to seize the Spirit Bones die while trying to take them, that is the consequence of their own choice, the price they pay for greed. No matter how heavy that price may be, we can afford to impose it, and they can afford to bear it. But commoners are different. They have nothing to do with this matter. They know nothing of Spirit Bones or the Clear Sky Sect. They are merely carrying on with their lives. Their lives should not pay for someone else's grudges."

Yang Guyun nodded silently. Though he said nothing more, his attitude remained solemn.

Zhou Qiubai continued, "If Guyun and I fight people in the city and implicate innocents, then how would we be any different from Tang Hao, who bullied the weak with his strength? We may be Rogue Cultivators of the martial world, without any sect rules to restrain us, but we must have a bottom line."

Tang Hao: Dead, don't @ me.

Xie Ru raised his teacup. He said nothing further, merely giving Zhou Qiubai's shoulder a light pat before turning to leave.