This was a process where beliefs were shattered. Xiang Tianxing's mind was somewhat dazed. The elder he'd looked up to, so noble in his eyes, was actually like this—no different from the greedy and despicable Brother Liu. He began to realize that his former thoughts had been too naive. Comparing the two, though Brother Liu was indeed greedy, at least he was not hypocritically virtuous—as it turns out, he was nothing but a tool.
Actually, this principle wasn't hard to understand. Most cultivators, having seen and heard enough, would naturally come to this realization without a teacher. It was only because the cultivation environment he was in for the past several decades was somewhat isolated that he had been so naive, idealizing the path of cultivation too much.
As a result, he was now being slapped in the face by reality; he didn't even know to whom he should report, now that he had amassed a heap of evidence.
