Ling Tianyu heard this, put down the teacup, stood up, and replied: "Alright."
Zhu Wushuang and the other wanted to follow, but Ling Tianyu gestured that it wasn't necessary.
Gu Qing went along.
The Wandering Monk led Ling Tianyu to a Chaos Burial Hill, where newly buried bodies lay, all innocent civilians.
The Wandering Monk sat down and began chanting scriptures to deliver the souls.
Ling Tianyu seemed unaffected; after all, it was just Chaos Burial Hill, dead people were the rule. The clash between two forces was always like this; it was the ways of the world and even the cold nature of society.
Ling Tianyu was not in a hurry, waiting for the Wandering Monk to finish chanting, to see what he could express.
At a newly buried grave, a foot was still exposed, Ling Tianyu directly covered it with dirt; it wasn't that he lacked compassion or a kind heart, it was simply reality.
The power struggle, if one doesn't kill, they must be killed instead.
