Mortal: I Come from the The Great Primordial World

Chapter 917

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"I rather admire that disciple of yours. Truly, I admire him very much. If I didn't admire him enough, I wouldn't bother talking to you people so much. I wouldn't bother with you at all. But he really has no brains. Something was already settled, yet he insisted on thinking himself clever. Isn't that stupid? I think that's just stupid. The entire clan was harmed so badly, and he was still so generous as to forgive him. If he wanted to forgive him, did he ever ask whether the clan members were willing to forgive him? If the clan members refuse to forgive him, what use is his forgiveness? It's an utterly laughable answer—utterly laughable. I don't even know how to describe this ridiculous conflict, but I have to say it. If I don't, I'd be letting him down, and I'd be letting down all those people. So I think I have to say it. If I don't, I'll feel stifled, upset, and uncomfortable. Under these circumstances, I have to make myself feel comfortable. It won't do if I'm uncomfortable. If I'm uncomfortable, then I'll feel bad. In that case, naturally I have to make myself comfortable. If I can't be comfortable, then what comes next will be rather troublesome. I don't want so much trouble along the way. I don't want to run into so much trouble. So much trouble would hurt me, would leave me conflicted."

"If I can't settle all these matters in one go, it would truly hurt me, affect me—affect me enormously. Yet I have no choice but to do this. It really is a headache, an enormous headache. If there were even the slightest way to resolve it, I wouldn't have taken this path. I hope you, sir, will properly persuade your disciple not

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