Qin Yi saw the virtual shadow frown. Although he didn't actually frown, Qin Yi just saw it, or more accurately, felt it.
Qin Yi felt a shiver in his heart, worried about provoking this old bastard, who might cut him down with a single sword strike.
The virtual shadow slowly spoke, "How did you come to possess your current cultivation? Pitying ants, your resolve is weak. Don't you know the saying about sacrificing the self to save the greater good?"
"If a few ants' lives can save all beings, then they die a worthy death."
"Bullshit! Is your mouth a latrine? If you want to kill them, just slay them; why disgrace them before killing? I can't stand you hypocrites, preaching morality while harboring lust and depravity."
Damn... Qin Yi's eyes went wide—what had he just said?
He had promised not to provoke this old bastard, yet every time he spoke, he was perilously close to courting death.
