Shi Fengchen walked into the room, took a thick stack of Archives from a hidden compartment in the corner of the wardrobe, and carried them to the desk to look through them again.
These Archives were all about Zhao Layue and Jing Jiu.
When the Pure Heaven Bureau's investigation had been halted last year, these Archives had been put into storage, where they gathered a thick layer of dust, until he quietly brought them home several dozen days ago.
As he turned the Archives, the words and portraits on them were already etched into his memory: seventy-four lives, countless bloody scenes.
Those scenes flashed before his eyes, then overlapped with scenes from many years ago.
"Does being a Daoist cultivator mean you can kill at will?"
Shi Fengchen closed the Archives and, after a moment's silence, said, "I won't let the Green Mountain Sect produce a second True Person Taiping."
He had a very poor opinion of the Green Mountain Sect. In previous years, while heading the Pure Heaven Bureau's office in South River Province, he had witnessed how those Twofold Forgetting Peak Disciples conducted themselves, which had only strengthened that opinion.
Their supposed hatred of evil was nothing more than cruelty and bloodlust. The Green Mountain Sect's way of doing things was bound to breed a scourge.
A scourge that would ravage the mortal world.
Zhao Layue's talent for cultivation, her prospects and position, and her way of doing things naturally reminded him of that scourge from years ago.
So Zhao Layue had to die.
He could not speak of this to anyone, because the matter of True Person Taiping was itself the cultivation world's greatest secret, as well as the Green Mountain Sect's greatest stain.
If he cited this as his reason, everyone would think he was mad