Not far from the inn, two cloaked figures stood in a dim corner, casting occasional glances toward the inn.
"You're just going to leave him be?" One of them wore a distinctive wine gourd at his waist.
"He isn't dangerous." The other man's voice was rather cool.
Chu Mojin raised an eyebrow. "What? You've met him?"
"Of course," Feng Qi said evenly. "Though we've never fought. This demonic cultivator is unusual. He has no taste for killing; he just likes joining in the excitement."
Besides, the Enforcement Hall did not kill indiscriminately, nor did it kill every demonic cultivator it encountered.
Years ago, Xia Jue had told them that practicing demonic cultivation techniques inevitably made demonic cultivators violent and bloodthirsty. Those who slaughtered innocents had to be eradicated, root and branch, but those without a murderous aura could be spared after due consideration.
Ultimately, demonic cultivators were people too. Just as there were good and bad Dao cultivators, the same held true for demonic cultivators. As long as they did not commit evil in Dao cultivator territory, the Enforcement Hall had always kept one eye open and the other closed.
However, Xia Jue had never spoken of this to anyone other than Feng Qi and the Enforcement Hall disciples-not even Ning Hai, or the Azure Tide Sect's other elders and Peak Masters.
After all, for many people, the opposition between Dao and demon was carved into their very bones. Xia Jue also knew that sharing his views with others would inevitably provoke fierce opposition.
So he had chosen silence, establishing his principles only within the Enforcement Hall, the one place where he could truly cover the sky with a single hand.
At first, Feng Qi had not understood either, until he learned that Xia Jue was a half-demon...
Sometimes, certain