After a single night, the little town became lively. The barriers from yesterday—when people moved in groups of three or five, speaking only with their companions and scarcely approaching other groups—had abruptly vanished.
People had begun trading right on the streets.
And all of this happened for one reason: that child.
That sunny boy from yesterday had not merely saved Li Su and the other two. Afterward, he had acted once more. A small sect faction had harbored malicious intent, and he had not held back, directly sending a Thunder Method at them and wiping them all out.
That was more than merely lending a hand—he had eliminated the future trouble as well.
Of course, it had not been indiscriminate slaughter. His divine ability was Thunderlight Evil-Breaking; those without sin would naturally be unharmed. But in a world like this, how many people could truly guarantee they were innocent?
Thus, when the light swept over them, a whole group was blasted into nothingness, terrifying everyone present numb.
Someone had been deeply dissatisfied, believing such conduct to be hypocritical. Throwing caution to the wind, they loudly mocked him.
They bluntly accused him of feigning benevolence and righteousness, of deluding himself into enforcing justice on Heaven's behalf. But could he really govern all beneath heaven?
Faced with such questioning, the child unexpectedly did not kill the man. Instead, he spoke.
He said that his ability was insufficient, that he could not govern all beneath heaven—but that was no reason not to deal with what stood before his eyes.
Moreover, he had no intention of defining his actions as justice, or as enforcing justice on Heaven's behalf. He simply could not stomach it. If you wanted to kill for treasure, if you wanted to bring calamity upon the masses, that was your freedom.