"Elder Xie's penchant for killing is a bit heavy, huh."
Watching the battle images from the front lines, Master Pang clicked his tongue.
"That's how it should be." Junior Master Huang glanced at him, snorted coldly, "How many times has Haori Mountain provoked us? Are you still thinking of being lenient?"
"Huang, what do you mean, I didn't say—"
"Masters, please..." Zheng Fa raised his hand helplessly, "Fairy Xie carries a grudge from the Tianhe Sect."
Once these words were spoken, Master Pang also shut his mouth.
The matter of the Tianhe Sect has had significant impact, and everyone has different opinions, but all feel inevitably saddened.
But for Xie Qingxue, this matter is especially hard to let go.
Even Zheng Fa did not see this before, until this time, when Xie Qingxue volunteered.
Thinking about it, the Tianhe Chaos can be said to be the root of Xie Qingxue's pain; her endurance at the Tianhe Sect is because of this very event.
