"Junior Brother, don't blame me. Zhou Xuan cannot be left alive. The trouble he's caused is too great. Kill him, and then kill me to avenge him. I'll accept my punishment."
Feng Moyan met Yuan Buyu, but the atmosphere lacked the sharp tension of drawn swords. Deep within his heart, he still cherished the camaraderie of being fellow disciples with Yuan Buyu.
Perhaps it was already more than just camaraderie.
"What trouble has my apprentice caused? For each action he's taken, which hasn't been just?" Yuan Buyu struck his gavel, creating a dreamscape.
"Junior Yuan, the world of Jing Country is like a tall tower, with various filthy secrets hidden inside. A ray of light shone into the tower, exposing the filth to the public. And so, this ray of light bore its own crime.
Zhou Xuan is that ray of light,
Let the filthy tower stay filthy—is that so bad? Let it rot and crumble on its own, follow nature's course, for that is the Heavenly Dao.
