As an observer, Xia Jue showed no unnecessary flicker of emotion on his face.
Several cultivators who did not know exactly what Liu Min had done, however, looked somewhat distressed.
Some even began discussing it among themselves. "What exactly is the Puppet Sect's forbidden technique?"
"It's nothing orthodox. It's another cultivation method used by heretical cultivators."
"All heretical cultivators have countless lives on their hands, but this female cultivator doesn't seem like one."
"As the saying goes, you can't judge someone by their face..."
"Besides, anyone who could abandon her sect and choose a crooked, heretical path couldn't have been an upright person to begin with. But what she did at the end really was moving...
"Sometimes I think these female cultivators are truly complicated. As an ordinary person, I'll probably never understand what's going through their minds."
Xia Jue stood to one side, lost in thought.
Without question, her willingness to choose this path meant that Liu Min had hated her sect, after all. Yet alongside that hatred, there had also been love. The debt of gratitude for so many years of nurturing was no illusion.
Then again, people were complicated creatures to begin with.
As the saying went, one thought led to heaven, another to hell.
No one knew which thought might cause them to fall completely, leaving them no chance to turn back. Nor could they know whether they would regret taking such a path, or on what day that regret might come.
But everyone could see clearly that she had certainly regretted it before she died.
If she had another life, she would probably never wish to meet such a person again, nor allow her heart and character to sink to such depths.
Most of the Heavenly Music Pavilion's disciples had left. Only two remained, presumably