"We were the ones who killed those people."
Zhao Layue took off her bamboo hat and spoke to Yao Songshan.
Jing Jiu also took off his bamboo hat.
Looking at that face, which he had not seen for some time but which remained incomparably beautiful, Lin Yingliang finally confirmed that the other man... really was his uncle-master.
As Zhao Layue was the Divine End Peak Master, Yao Songshan naturally treated her respectfully. Still, hearing this, he could not help showing a wry smile. He said helplessly, "Uncle-Master, while traveling beyond the mountain, it was only right for you to strike down those you happened to see committing injustice. It's just... you really did kill rather too many."
"With so many people deserving death, I could only kill a few more."
Zhao Layue glanced at Jing Jiu. Back in Shangzhou, he had said that evil could never be rooted out entirely, that there would always be more evildoers to kill.
Yao Songshan thought for a moment, then said earnestly, "You have a point, Uncle-Master. Well killed."
It was neither flattery nor mockery. He truly thought so.
Zhao Layue suddenly felt that Twofold Forgetting Peak was rather good, at least in this respect.
"What is your name?"
"Yao Songshan, originally of Shangde Peak, ranked eleventh on Twofold Forgetting Peak."
"How is Green Mountain?"
They had spent two years traveling the world without any contact with the sect, so neither she nor Jing Jiu knew how things now stood at Green Mountain.
Yao Songshan briefly described what had happened at Green Mountain over those two years. There really was not much to tell.
Most of the powerful figures of the second generation were in secluded cultivation, while the disciples diligently practiced their swords, little different from the hundreds and thousands of years before.