"Why?"
Liu Chengfeng, who had fallen to the ground, wiped the bloodstains from the corner of his mouth. With a face full of confusion and endless hatred, he looked at Zhong Guiyi, who had landed in front of him, and hoarsely asked, "Elder Zhong, why do you do this?"
"Why? Because you belong to the Wuya Sect! Because you are wholeheartedly loyal to Gui Zhengrong! Therefore, you... and those Wuya Sect disciples loyal to Gui Zhengrong must die!"
Zhong Guiyi laughed wildly up to the sky, tears mingling with his laughter.
"Eighty years ago, my father, who was originally a loose cultivator, happened to acquire some rare cultivation resources by chance and was brutally killed by Gui Zhengrong, who learned of it. For revenge, I swallowed my pride and joined the Wuya Sect soon after. Over these eighty years, I have bided my time, nurtured confidants, diligently practiced cultivation techniques, and sought opportunities for revenge. And today is the day of my revenge..."
