"But... just as I said Miss Yehui could never become an Evil Soul Master, didn't your Holy Angel Family also wash away its past sins over the next twenty thousand years and become one of the Federation's most renowned great families...?"
Actually, Qi Ji had a fairly decent impression of Yue Zhengyu. It was just that people raised in that kind of family environment were bound to be a little obsessive about Evil Soul Masters.
The Holy Angel Family had indeed produced an Angel God twenty thousand years ago, but anyone who had read a history book knew exactly what place that ancestor held in history.
Twenty thousand years had passed, and through the efforts of generation after generation, the Holy Angel Family had washed away its old disgrace, established a firm foothold in the Federation, and become a renowned great family.
They themselves were the best proof that "a Martial Soul does not determine good or evil," yet they insisted on judging others by their Martial Souls. What was that if not a double standard?
"You... you're right." Yue Zhengyu stood up and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. His gaze toward Qi Ji carried a complicated mixture of admiration, shame, and a trace of bewilderment he could not quite explain.
Everything he had been taught since childhood told him that Fallen Angels were the seeds of Evil Soul Masters, that they should be monitored and purified.
Yet today, this man had used his own family's history to leave him utterly speechless. He found that he could not come up with a single reason to argue back.
"Looks like this Lele won't bother you anymore, Miss Yehui." Qi Ji shrugged, his tone utterly casual.
"I told you... my name is Yue Zhengyu," Yue Zhengyu reminded him