"I had intended to spare Gu Huang's life. When he tried to flee, I saw through his intentions; I simply did not stop him. I never expected that he would ultimately die by your hand," Ying Wu said.
"If you did not wish to kill him, Fellow Daoist, you could have said so sooner. For your sake, I could have set aside my enmity with him," Song Wen said.
Ying Wu shook his head slightly, his expression wistful.
"The moment he struck at me with all his strength, what little friendship we once had was scattered to the winds. How could I interfere in the grudge between you two? By not killing him with my own hands, I had already shown regard for old ties. That he died by your hand was because his skills were inferior and his fate decreed it. He had no one else to blame."
Song Wen flipped his hand and took out Gu Huang's storage ring, handing it to Ying Wu.
"This belonged to Gu Huang. I imagine it contains quite a few cultivation techniques and scriptures from your sect, which should not be revealed to outsiders. I shall leave it to Fellow Daoist to handle."
Ying Wu did not decline. He accepted the storage ring and put it away.
While Ying Wu spoke with Song Wen, his expression remained calm and his tone even. Apart from a trace of melancholy, no great sorrow or joy could be seen. Yet over on Daoist Wenxuan's side, he noticed that Ying Wu's attacks had suddenly become fiercer.
Wen Xuan's face tightened with anxiety, and he hurriedly called out.
"Fellow Daoist Ying Wu, please show mercy. Everything that happened today was my fault. I am willing to offer compensation."
Ying Wu did not respond. The Azure Luan Sword