After hearing Sunday's words, Zhu Zhuqing felt the pent-up knot in her heart unravel.
"Good and evil never lie in status or the skin we wear, but in the human heart... in our choices. I understand, Teacher. Thank you."
Sunday stood up and patted Zhu Zhuqing's shoulder.
"As long as you understand. Go back and cultivate."
Zhu Zhuqing nodded and left the room.
Sunday shook his head as he watched her leave.
Early the next morning, the members of the Imperial Fighting Team emerged from their rooms. The Charity Hall had already opened, but aside from a few elderly people and children, there were not many people there.
After the incident involving Sunday, Xue Ye had begun paying far more attention to the refugees. The city now had many more jobs available for ordinary people.
After playing with the children for a while, Sunday took the others away. The Charity Hall was a good place, but it could not reflect the world he wanted.
The group walked down the street, chatting and laughing, but at a corner, they ran into two unexpected people.
Seeing the two with their arms draped over each other's shoulders surprised everyone on the Imperial Fighting Team, especially Dugu Yan and Zhu Zhuqing.
"Tian Heng?"
"Dai Mubai?"
The two women frowned at the pair opposite them. Dugu Yan had never imagined that Yu Tianheng would start hanging around with this sickly cat after only a few days at Shrek.
As for Zhu Zhuqing, she simply found the sight of Dai Mubai revolting. The good mood she had finally managed to recover was now completely gone.
Hearing the familiar voices, Yu Tianheng raised his head and looked around.
"Yanzi? Osler? Where's Yanzi?"
The sight of the Imperial Fighting Team visibly flustered Yu Tianheng. He hurriedly let go