"Stop brooding over it. Killing Feng Qingrui wasn't your mistake. You were just freeing her."
The withered elder walked to Jian Yinhe's side and spoke solemnly.
"Do you really think so?"
Jian Yinhe turned around, looked seriously at the withered elder, and said sternly.
"...Of course!"
The withered elder hadn't expected Jian Yinhe to ask this. He was momentarily stunned, but quickly responded.
"Hmm."
Jian Yinhe nodded, looking at the withered elder, saying, "Next, I might need your help with a small favor."
"Just tell me! If I can help you, I certainly will..."
Before the withered elder could finish speaking.
Jian Yinhe stepped forward, indifferently saying, "Don't worry, you definitely helped me with this favor. Because, you've already succeeded in helping me."
"You!"
The withered elder's expression changed dramatically, staring in disbelief at Jian Yinhe, he exclaimed angrily, "You are so ruthless."
"Ruthless?"
Jian Yinhe chuckled, confused.
"You actually..."
