Qin Chuan watched as the Heaven-Burning King departed, then gently exhaled a breath of relief, his face displaying a relaxed smile.
He did not kill the eight of the Phoenix Race, nor did he kill the Heaven-Burning King. Ordinarily speaking, in such a situation, there would be no need to spare them.
But after all, it was these grievances he actively stirred up, which means he had brought this situation upon himself.
In a sense, he was in the wrong.
Although no one was there to uphold justice, everyone has a balance in their own hearts, striving to do what is right by their conscience.
Yes, striving!
In reality, no one can be entirely guiltless, for everyone harbors some selfish desires, making true selflessness impossible.
"I must thank all of you here. If you don't mind, please come to my humble abode. Let us host you properly."
Qin Chuan clasped his hands towards Chu Zhongtian and Jin Ji, acknowledging them. Though they were familiar, things were different now.
