"Heh..."
Looking at the young man's terrified expression, the middle-aged man gave a mocking smile and withdrew his awakening object.
"Killing you would dirty my hands."
The middle-aged man turned toward Yu Mo, bowed slightly, and saluted. "My ancestor had the honor of fighting alongside the venerable Yu. My grandfather and father both joined the Reserve Corps and died in battle."
"Now I serve in the Reserve Corps as well."
"I came here only to resolve an obsession in my heart: whether we should kill demons, and whether what our family has upheld all these years was wrong."
"Now, my heart is clear."
"But ultimately, there still needs to be real evidence proving that A Tai's heart is good."
"As long as that can be proven, I can apologize for everything I said and did before. Even slashing me twice would be fine."
"But if it can't be proven, then I still believe A Tai needs to be executed."
"Because from my ancestor's time onward, not a single demon we encountered was good. Better to kill one wrongly than let one go."
"This is for the stability of the human race."
The middle-aged man's expression was solemn, his gaze resolute. There was even a trace of respect in his eyes as he looked at Yu Mo.
As though something had occurred to him, the middle-aged man glanced at the young man on the Stone Pillar and sneered again. "But he and I aren't the same kind of person. He isn't worthy."
After adding that, the middle-aged man retreated into the crowd.
Most of those who had remained silent and watched nodded slightly.
Clearly, their intentions aligned with the middle-aged man's.
This was how a normal person reasoned.
But likewise, it brought them back to the ultimate crux of the issue.