"Heh heh... heh heh... hahahaha!"
Grief and anger filled Zhao Ziren's eyes, yet he burst out laughing.
"So this is how sanctimonious the great figures of the righteous path are?
You keep talking about giving me a chance, but in the end, you're merely nurturing bandits to bolster your own importance.
As a member of the righteous immortal sects, you secretly recruit outlaws and local strongmen everywhere, merely to expand your sect's dependent forces.
All I, Zhao Ziren, have ever sought is freedom. Even if I am reduced to ash and smoke, I will never become a pawn in the hands of mighty overlords like you!"
Li Ling said, "You're overthinking it. Not everyone is qualified even to become a pawn.
As for freedom, joining me, enjoying opportunities, and finding your own place as events unfold, rather than being cast aside by the times-that is true freedom.
You were born with a measure of good fortune and have achieved what you have today, but that does not mean you will always sail with a favorable wind. Sooner or later, you must plan for your future.
Had you no such intention, you would never have abandoned your foundations at the Mirage Tower."
Zhao Ziren said, "The righteous path killed my wife and child. I cannot live beneath the same sky as them."
Li Ling said, "Then why don't you consider that your wife and child were ghost monsters, and that killing them was perfectly justified for the righteous path?
Is it better for your family to weep, or for an entire region, an entire nation to weep?
People's love and hatred, kindnesses and grudges, mostly revolve around themselves. Even I cannot refute that. But you yourself were harmed by an Unorthodox Cultivator, so why did you not extend this hatred to