"You're still so sticky about how you do things in this life." Lian Sanyue glanced at Jing Xin over there and said, "Why didn't you just kill him back then?"
Being sticky about things was the Green Mountain Sect's assessment of the Zhongzhou Sect, but it was also her usual assessment of the entire cultivation world of the Chaotian Continent. Jing Jiu could hardly comment on that.
Lian Sanyue's voice was not loud, but everyone in the Great Hall was watching her every move, so naturally they heard her clearly.
Jing Xin remained silent, his face somewhat pale.
"Killing him would have been useless," Jing Jiu said. "Do you remember Jing Shu? There are many descendants of the Imperial Clan scattered among the common people like her. The Zhongzhou Sect could pick one at any time and hand them over to One-Thatch Studio to be raised. I believe Bu Qiuxiao would have no objection either."
"I remember that little girl," Lian Sanyue said. "The Jing Family certainly is prolific."
"She died," Jing Jiu said. "Don't you die."
"What would you have done if I hadn't woken up?" Lian Sanyue asked.
Even now, no one from the Green Mountain Sect had come, nor had Yuan Qijing appeared. She knew the true relationship between him and Yuan Qijing, so naturally she could guess that this was his wish.
"I originally thought I could handle it myself," Jing Jiu said.
Lian Sanyue gave him a somewhat scornful look. "You're so weak now. How would you handle it?"
"For hundreds of years, this is the first time you've been qualified to call me weak," Jing Jiu said calmly.
Lian Sanyue raised her eyebrows slightly and said smugly, "Anyway, you're weaker than me now."
Jing Jiu smiled. "However weak I am, I still have a