Chen Yuan looked at his brazen, unrepentant appearance and could not be bothered to keep playing the role of a stern master.
He sighed, and that sigh carried profound meaning.
"Forget it. What's done is done. We of Mount Shu should act according to our hearts. Kill when we should kill, rob when we should rob, so long as reason is on our side."
He paused. "If Great Chu and the Yinyue Holy Dynasty dare come demanding their people back, tell them to bring money in exchange. If they dare make trouble on Mount Shu, this master's sword is not for decoration."
Chen Changqing grinned.
He had known it. This old man was absurdly protective of his own. On the surface, he put on the air of an impartial Sect Master with an iron face, but deep down, he shielded his disciples more fiercely than anyone.
As long as Chen Changqing had reason on his side, even if he poked a hole in the sky, Mount Shu would help him cover it up.
Chen Yuan abruptly changed the subject, but his expression turned grave.
He leaned forward slightly, and a sharp glint flashed through those seemingly clouded old eyes.
"Still, you have truly offended them beyond reconciliation this time. Those two great powers do not dare wage war directly against Mount Shu right now, but they will never swallow this insult. In the coming Ten Great Sects Grand Competition, they will certainly join forces with other factions and make trouble for you in the shadows."
Chen Yuan looked at Chen Changqing's matter-of-fact expression and found himself momentarily speechless.
This brat's way of doing things did not resemble the disciple of the leader of the righteous path at all. Instead, he exuded bandit-like air at every turn. Yet every time, he