"A child's pure heart, good, really good!"
To everyone's surprise, although Tang Tianyu already drew his sword, Baili Qiuxin's face showed no sign of panic or anger. He merely glanced at the two young men filled with murderous intent, just like an elder looking indulgently at the younger generation.
This inexplicable scene made Tang Tianyu somewhat at a loss, but thinking of the sect's assessment and the helpless faces of the Qianxi Village people, he took a deep breath to suppress his discomfort, resolutely drawing the sword, pointing the blade directly at the old temple guardian's brow.
"Tonight, I come here to take the old master's life to awaken the villagers of Qianxi to save themselves, not out of enmity."
With intentions set in his heart, Tang Tianyu stared at the old temple guardian, saying slowly, "After this, Tianyu will properly bury the old master as a sacrifice!"
"Such a good child, it's a pity you chose the wrong path."
