Mo Chen watched the two brothers, one righteous and one wicked, trade accusations. He had no intention of interrupting them and stood to one side, thinking.
Liu Le still had not explained why he had come to Gaoyou City. When Mo Chen had asked him earlier, his expression had clearly changed.
There was definitely something behind this.
I need to watch out for Liu Le silencing me to protect his younger brother.
Mo Chen's vigilance rose to a fever pitch. He quietly spread his divine sense over the surroundings, while his expression remained utterly unchanged.
At that thought, Mo Chen put himself on full alert, just in case.
Liu Le spoke for quite some time before remembering that Mo Chen was still there. He sighed and stood up. "Sorry you had to witness that, fellow Daoist."
"It's all right. Since he's your brother, this is a family matter. How could I presume to pass judgment?"
"Then... according to the sect's wishes, what happens next...?"
"According to the sect's wishes, he would certainly have to be punished. But according to your wishes, fellow Daoist..." Mo Chen replied without hesitation.
Liu Le stood where he was, his expression shifting uncertainly.
Mo Chen was considering how to smooth things over when Liu Song suddenly sneered from the ground.
"The sect would punish me? I'd like to ask, why should practicing demonic arts warrant execution? Are you afraid we'll kill people? But the weak being meat for the strong is the way of the world to begin with. What's the difference between raising your cultivation through methods of the Demonic Path and using spirit stones? We refine the same qi, establish the same foundation, and live the same two hundred years. What makes you better than us? I..."
Liu Le could not bear to