If he truly listened to these people, I'm afraid the moment he turned to leave the Medicine Immortal Pavilion, within an instant they would spread their grievances across the world, gather thousands of forces, and once again surround him for the kill.
These days of struggling against the ancient clans, Lin Beichen had long seen through one truth.
No matter how kind, approachable, or even humble these ancient clans might appear.
Deep down, they never regarded ordinary people as the same kind as themselves.
Their virtuous qualities were limited only to interests not pertinent to themselves.
Once they spotted something they desired, they would tear off their masks, revealing their barbaric nature.
Their wisdom for survival, when laid bare, had only one principle: the one with the mightiest fist is king.
"Mr. Li Jiang, I am very angry right now."
Lin Beichen said softly.
