Yu Xuan looked down at the three defeated disciples sprawled in front of him. His voice was casual, but his gaze was sharp.
"So… how long have you all been doing this? And why not just cultivate like normal people? You must've known you'd be caught eventually."
Zhou gritted his teeth. "You'd never understand… someone born with talent, born with a silver spoon in their mouth—"
Yu Xuan raised an eyebrow, then shrugged like it wasn't worth the effort.
"Alright then. I don't need to know."
He refused the backstory itself.
"W-Wait! At least listen!!!" Zhou shouted, panic rising. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. If the good guy didn't hear the villain's backstory, how was he supposed to get sympathy points and mercy?
Yu Xuan sighed, clearly reluctant. "Fine. Let me take a wild guess."
He clasped his hands behind his back, taking a thoughtful posture like a sage storyteller.
