Ren Yan said:
"I don't know why, but Song Kewang can also harness the power of the Blood Altar and refine his Thousand-Autumn Demon Sword. If successful, he might attain the Way."
"For a cultivator, this matter..."
"Is akin to life and death!"
To achieve the Way, some people would kill their own parents and children, just to sever all emotions and desires; some could remain expressionless while slaughtering millions of soldiers.
Using the Ren Family as a sacrifice, what does it count for?
"Damn!"
Someone cursed angrily:
"Not afraid of him!"
"With the heavy snow blocking the mountains, how many of the Anxi Army can there be stationed in Gu'an County? At worst, we can contact the White Lotus Sect and rebel against them."
"Silence!" Ren Yan glared angrily, his voice turning cold:
"Don't speak nonsense."
"Indeed," said Ren Qiu:
"If outsiders hear such words, who knows how they might slander us. Tall trees catch the wind, remember to speak and act cautiously."
