Han Yu subconsciously lowered his hand, feeling utterly dejected.
Can't they just put eighty thousand Yama Hall cultivators in the trial field?
That way, I wouldn't hesitate to dig up the mountain.
Any moment of hesitation is disrespectful to myself.
Yu Gong's recent words pierced the very struggling thoughts in his heart.
Cultivators can destroy heaven and earth, move mountains and fill seas at will, how could such a thing concern them?
The innocent getting caught up in it can't really be blamed on him.
Besides, this place has only about a hundred people, while in the Central Continent, he could save hundreds or thousands of times that number.
It's just that he still couldn't bring himself to do it.
Not for any other reason, simply because he couldn't do it with a clear conscience.
Standing at the foot of the mountain, he was lost in thought, not knowing how long had passed, as the trial field seemed to be void of night and day.
