The courtyard was deathly silent.
As Yang Quanfeng's voice fell, the air seemed to freeze.
Qin An squinted his eyes, lightly tapping his fingertips on the knife sheath, producing a crisp "ta-ta-ta" sound.
"Clarity and chaos coexist; whichever prevails will determine this Pseudo-God's virtue or vice."
The aura within the coffin fluctuated between purity and impurity, akin to the Pseudo-God lingering on the edge of good and evil.
One thought can lead to enlightenment, another can turn to demonhood.
What Yang Quanfeng referred to as troublesome just now meant precisely this.
Yang Quanfeng slowly said, "The Evil Extermination Bureau has never dealt with educating Pseudo-Gods, so in such situations, they should be directly exterminated."
According to the Bureau's rules, benevolent Pseudo-Gods are allowed to exist and are not interfered with.
But if it's an ambiguous Pseudo-God like this, one must draw the sword to kill.
Yet, the situation now is different.
