Zuo Xiaoduo had always scoffed at this.
Being honest? What damn good did that do!
Let someone try pulling this on me!
Do they really think I wouldn't dare kill their whole family?!
He stood at the street corner.
He looked at the wall coating he had just scraped clean, at the great splashes of paint scattered across the ground.
The scarlet dye lay in a puddle on the ground, vivid and glaring. Just like the loyal blood Principal Shi had spilled on the battlefield all those years ago!
He looked at the little alley leading to Grandma Shi's home.
He looked at the surrounding homes, spreading his spiritual sense and listening to the conversations of all the nearby residents in their houses...
For the first time, Zuo Xiaoduo, the boy whose very first assessment had returned "Leftist Path, Demonic Heart," felt somewhat lost.
He even felt somewhat powerless.
He seemed to see Principal Shi's calm gaze surveying this surging, turbid world, and behind that calm gaze, a heart gradually growing cold.
He also saw Grandma Shi's thin body tumbling and tossing, rising and falling amid the towering, vicious waves of a boundless sea...
She was strong!
She had the power to flatten every vicious wave around her with a single lift of her hand. With a mere gesture, she could evaporate them all!
But what of it?
How could she sweep a boundless sea clean?
And how could she bear to sweep it clean?
Wasn't protecting this world's peace and happiness the very reason she had cultivated desperately and striven to grow stronger? Having finally reached the clouds with her cultivation, was she supposed to strike a murderous blow at her own original purpose?
A teacher who had taught hundreds of thousands of students over a thousand years, whose