The Spirit of Youth-How Could It Settle for Mediocrity? Appearing with the Bearing of a Superior

Although Hong Mao had avoided White Cat's death by joining the Chat Group, the other six swordsmen were different.

To say nothing else, Tiao Tiao's parents had died tragically at the hands of the Demon Sect. Bearing that blood feud, Tiao Tiao had endured humiliation as an undercover agent for years, all for the day he could personally kill Black Heart Tiger and comfort his parents' spirits in heaven.

How could such hatred simply be let go?

Not to mention the countless atrocities the Demon Sect had committed in the past.

Could all of that really be settled by a simple word like "disband"?

Those ordinary people whose families had been destroyed by the Demon Sect—where were they supposed to voice their grievances?

Moreover, judging from Hong Mao's brief description earlier, that transmigrator, "Hei Xiaohu," was already stronger than Black Heart Tiger.

Would someone with such immense power truly give up everything out of "fear" and humbly seek peace with the Seven Swords?

Su Yunqing pursed her lips, feeling that possibility was incredibly slim.

Those with power were often more inclined to worship power, especially power that had fallen into their hands from the heavens. It was even easier for that to inflate their ego.

He had transmigrated into a villain, possessed power surpassing the original version, and knew the "plot." With that kind of setup, instead of thinking about becoming king, defying fate, and crushing the protagonist beneath his feet, he wanted to reconcile with the protagonist's group?

Did his position even allow him to do that?

No matter who he had originally been, his current identity was Hei Xiaohu, the son of the Demon Sect's leader.

Having usurped Hei Xiaohu's identity, he naturally had to bear Hei Xiaohu's Causality as well.

Even if he was kind at heart,