"A true man judged his actions by right and wrong, not gain and loss; by whether they accorded with principle, not success or failure; by himself, not his entire life."
To his pleas for passionate spiritual communion, he would also say, "Indulgence destroys integrity."
Every word was a principle by which a gentleman conducted himself.
In other words, his senior brother Xuanji was a very respectable man.
And now, Chi Yu felt that although the senior brother Xuanji before him had a human form, he was more like a beast.
This change and difference saddened him once again. He did his utmost not to show it, but a trace inevitably slipped into those golden eyes.
The eyebrows behind the mask rose slightly, and Xie Xiyi's voice softened a little. "Oh? The Future Buddha-son of Zizai Continent? So my former self was that dull."
Chi Yu wanted to say something, then abruptly stopped.
He thought of the lingering scent of blood that would cling to senior brother Xuanji for a while after he returned from hunting down unorthodox cultivators. Although senior brother Xuanji was usually gentle, when he became angry, he actually bore some resemblance to the current Xie Xiyi.
In other words, even if he had a demonic heart, it had not come from nowhere.
Then he recalled the plot of the original novel, in which Xie Xiyi hid among the Immortal Sects, secretly killing prodigies and inciting conflicts between the sects, and felt that perhaps senior brother Xuanji from five hundred years ago had been his most immature version.
Xie Xiyi had no intention of continuing their conversation, but he had also lost his appetite for slaughter.
His fingers, like bone jade, curled inward as he put away those Top-Grade Spirit Stones imbued with Forbidden Curses. The amusement in