Wudang Mountain.
Zhang Wuji knelt before Zhang Sanfeng, his eyes still full of defiance.
Yu Lianzhou urged him from the side, "Wuji, when did you become so bloodthirsty?"
"The Golden-Haired Lion King died because of Southern Shaolin, but how many of their people have you killed? Why can't you let go?"
Zhang Wuji remained silent. Let go?
His godfather had died at Southern Shaolin. His grandfather and uncle had died there, as had Yang Left Envoy, Bat King Wei, the Five Wanderers, and the brothers of the Five Elements Flags. He alone had survived. How could he let go?
He was the Ming Cult's leader. Those brothers had died at Southern Shaolin because he wanted to rescue his godfather, because he wanted revenge for him. Other Ming Cult brothers could forget their hatred and let go. What right did he have to do so?
Zhang Sanfeng looked at Zhang Wuji. "Wuji, you forced your breakthrough into the Heaven-Man Realm too hard. You're showing signs of cultivation deviation. Practice Tai Chi Fist more when you have time. It will only benefit you."
Cultivation deviation?
Zhang Wuji stiffened his neck. Without breaking through to the Heaven-Man Realm, he would probably have been killed by that Holy Monk of Southern Shaolin long ago.
If succumbing to madness could give him powerful strength, he would gladly become a demon.
He did not blame his grandmaster for refusing to help him wipe out Southern Shaolin. After all, his grandmaster was Wudang's founding patriarch. There was no reason to make the Wudang Sect take a stand over the Ming Cult's affairs.
He also knew his grandmaster had summoned him back to protect him, but he needed no protection. Once his injuries healed, he would leave. He would make Southern Shaolin's monks keep cowering inside their temple,