Heroine Xiao Zhi gave him a rough explanation.
Wu Mengliu's father, Liu Zhi, had been the previous leader of the Mohist School.
"The Heaven-Stealing Sect does have a bad reputation in the Cultivation World, and theft is indeed contemptible."
Ruan Zhi said, "But in the time I've spent with Fellow Daoist Wu, I've felt that she isn't bad by nature. Perhaps she only did it because she grew up alone and helpless, with no other choice."
After hearing her out, Song Yan looked at Ruan Zhi for a long while.
Honestly, had anyone else said this, he would only have found it hypocritical.
He would have thought it was simply because she hadn't stolen from them yet.
But coming from Ruan Zhi, it almost made him believe that she might truly be able to do it.
A pure heart, leading by example.
She would not define someone by what they had done, nor take a detour simply because a path was difficult.
That was Ruan Zhi.
She followed her own chivalrous path, and even if people cursed her as a hypocrite or a hopeless do-gooder, she would press on without looking back.
"Heroine Xiao Zhi." He set down his teacup and gave a faint chuckle.
"You're doing a very good job as the Mohist School's Juzi."
His words left Ruan Zhi a little embarrassed instead, and she lowered her head, pretending to drink her tea.
As long as that female thief surnamed Wu didn't cross him, Song Yan couldn't concern himself with so many other people's affairs.
Perhaps Ruan Zhi really could reform her.
Ruan Zhi briefly mentioned the purpose of their journey.
They had come to the Eastern Sea to find a Secret Hall left here by a predecessor of the Mohist School.
Song Yan had little interest in