Watching Bai Suzhen head back into the cave abode to pack her belongings, Holy Mother Wudang frowned slightly. She raised a hand, counted on her fingers to divine the outcome, then shook her head.
A love tribulation was truly a difficult trial to overcome. She had wanted to raise this child to be cold as frost, someone who would kill an enemy when killing was called for, and give her a strong heart. But now it seemed she had inherited her mother's softheartedness. With a temperament like that, when she met her destined tormentor in the future... alas!
In the Heavenly Court, in the orchard on Lesser Penglai.
Gungun ate spirit fruit while watching the images in the Haotian Mirror.
It did not care in the slightest that Wudang had killed a Human Race cultivator.
That had nothing to do with whether someone was human. Anyone who tried to kill an innocent living being deserved to be killed in return, regardless of their race. They warranted no sympathy!
What, they had only done it because they mistook the other party for a demon? That excuse was useless. If you misunderstood, that was your problem. If you made a mistake, you had to pay the price.
"Still, people these days really have become a little extreme. They kill every demon they encounter. Killing isn't the problem; they're sworn enemies, after all. But... how did I take a nap and wake up to find that every bird, beast, tree, and flower with cultivation counts as a demon unless it's on the divine register?" Gungun chewed the fruit, utterly baffled.
If Houtu and All Saints learned of this, they would probably blame it for poorly administering the Primordial World.
*Wait, no. The Demon Race should take the blame for this. Yes, the