"He talked so big, but wasn't he just crafting an image?"
"Exactly. It sounded nice, but if A Tai really gets exiled, I don't believe he'll go along!"
"Pfft, let him brag. Know who he is? Sun Yingxiong's grandson. He's used his grandfather's position as the leader of the Ink Pavilion to start who knows how many companies. He's filthy rich. They're all birds of a feather. He's just winning people over to prepare for the day he takes charge of the Ink Pavilion!"
"Exactly. All crows are black. Not one of these rich people is any good."
"Look at that A Tai. He's clearly a demon, yet he's hiding in the back, acting wronged. If that elder hadn't spoken today, and I hadn't shown her some respect, I would've killed him outright!"
"When we get to Ink City, this won't be over unless they give us an explanation!"
Their words dripped with sarcasm.
Their eyes were full of mockery as they looked at Sun Wen.
Like attracted like, and birds of a feather flocked together.
That was how the world was.
Most people wanted nothing more than an answer, for the convictions they had held since childhood, for the heroic souls of their elders who had gone to their deaths.
They wanted to ask one simple question: why?
If the explanation honored their consciences and the blood of their forebears, they would leave of their own accord.
If it was nothing but shielding him, then... no!
A Tai had to die.
It was that simple.
But there was also a small minority whose eyes were red enough to bleed.
Ink Academy. A prodigy...
Someone who normally stood high above them, someone they could never even approach, could one day be judged by them!
They did not even need anyone