Upon hearing Zhan Wuya's words, Zhan Jiuxiao felt gratified.
"Wuya, I treat you well because I raised you since you were young. You're a miniature of me and I know you very well. If the same thing happened to you, I wouldn't have dealt with you in this way." He pointed out rationally, "In the end, Pinghui was only one of my many disciples. We didn't have a deep relationship, so when I killed the fiendish cultivator back then, although I knew that he wasn't in the wrong, I still couldn't forgive him."
"Wuya, I'm not a saint. After discovering the truth behind Pinghui's death, are you disappointed in me?" Zhan Jiuxiao asked Zhan Wuya again.
This time, Zhan Wuya wasn't in a hurry to answer.
