Li Shuwen slowly rose to his feet, a black spear materializing in his hand. Along its dark tip flowed a glint of sharp light, like a star adorning the night.
The old man in purple had not expected Li Shuwen to be so ill-tempered, and his eyes immediately narrowed.
If he could capture Li Shuwen, he might yet escape alive.
Though he claimed he had done nothing excessive, he had in fact done everything he should and should not have done. He simply did not know how much the Mad King Building had uncovered.
Li Shuwen approached at an unhurried pace, his ghostfire-like eyes fixed on the old man in purple as he said:
"Han Hui, openly an elder of Seven Fowls Mountain, but secretly an elder of the Heavenly Corpse Sect!"
"When you were twelve, your parents were refined into corpse puppets by outer disciples of the Heavenly Corpse Sect. Not only were you not afraid, you became utterly obsessed with the art of corpse refinement!"
"Later, you seized your relatives' property, used it as capital, acknowledged thieves as your father, and joined the Heavenly Corpse Sect!"
"At a border city where the Great Yin Dynasty and Xuanwu Dynasty were at war, you poisoned the city's water supply, causing the defending army to collapse and the people of an entire city to be slaughtered!"
"By virtue of that achievement, you finally forced your way into the Xuanwu Dynasty's official circles, while your obsession with corpses grew ever more pathological."
"Finally, you found your parents' corpses..."
The old man in purple looked horrified. With every step Li Shuwen took closer, his breathing stiffened further, and his mental attributes rapidly declined.
Li Shuwen had entered his dreams too many times. He knew exactly what this old man feared most.
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