"What was wrong with that?"
Bai Jinge looked at Elder Li with a puzzled expression.
Elder Li said, "Miss Bai, this person's origins are unknown. What if he is a lackey of the Evil Spirit Cultivators? Wouldn't we be asking for trouble? Have you forgotten how we were intercepted and attacked by Evil Spirit Cultivators last time, Miss Bai?"
Bai Jinge smiled. "Elder Li, you worry too much. We personally saw four Evil Spirit Cultivators die at his hands just now. If he really were their lackey, why would he go to such painstaking lengths to stage this bitter-ruse? Wouldn't it have been better to ambush us directly? That way, there would have been no need to alert the snake in the grass!"
Though her reasoning was sound and well-founded, Elder Li remained unwilling to relent.
"Miss Bai, I still feel this is inappropriate. How about we leave behind some healing pills and depart?"
Bai Jinge's expression immediately turned solemn.
"Elder Li, Evil Spirit Cultivators are growing increasingly rampant, stirring up chaos everywhere. This situation has arisen because cultivators like us care only about our own gains and losses, heedless of whether others live or die. Everyone seeks only to protect themselves wisely, giving the Evil Spirit Cultivators an opening to exploit. Today, he was willing to throw himself into danger to kill Evil Spirit Cultivators. Why can't we lend him a hand?"
"This..."
Though Elder Li's words hesitated, his gaze was deep and sharp as it swept repeatedly over Song Wen.
"This young friend, may I ask your name?"
"This junior is Wan Liang. Greetings, Senior," Song Wen said.
"So you are Young Friend Wan Liang." Elder Li slowly continued, "The black lightning you displayed earlier possessed considerable power, yet I have never heard of it. What Thunder Arts