The East Sea smiled faintly, lowering his voice: "Guen may be mad, but he did say one thing right."
"What is that?"
The East Sea's tone turned even more peculiar, and he said flatly: "When the Old Ancestor founded the cultivation technique and the Ghost Race, it was not out of compassion."
Chen Yan's heart trembled: "What do you mean?"
The East Sea laughed, though his eyes remained indifferent: "You made a hammer to nail things.
When you're hammering nails, do you care if the hammer gets damaged or scratched?
If someone refrains from using a hammer just because they're afraid it might get scratched or damaged, then what's the point of the hammer's existence?
After all, a hammer is meant for smashing things.
If it gets broken, just replace it with another hammer."
Seeing Chen Yan's surprised look, the East Sea chuckled.
"A Saint, walking the path of the Heavenly Dao, is no longer human.
Since not human, there's no mercy!"
