Lin Feng's hands, on the other hand, remained free of bloodshed.
He had lived a life far different from Li Ruoxi's.
While she had spent years working under the Li Matriarch and had taken countless lives during those missions, Lin Feng had rarely needed to personally shed blood.
Every enemy he had crossed paths with so far ended up handed over to the capable hands of Big Fatty Zhang San.
Up there, they'd get plenty of time to reflect on their life choices and maybe, after a few centuries or so, consider turning over a new leaf.
For Li Ruoxi, killing was not something unfamiliar.
She had already killed many people in the past, and adding a few more corpses to that number would not change much for her.
Lin Feng glanced at her for a moment before turning his attention toward the city guards, especially Captain Zhao Gang.
The old man had lived for millions of years.
Millions.
Just the thought of such a lifespan was enough to make ordinary cultivators feel insignificant.
