The Purpose

White's straight face suddenly turned sour as he heard me mention the name of a certain sect. Since he came to the Lower Plane, he never made a resentful expression but now, it was obvious that he was trying not to show it. He bit his lips and clenched his fists.

To me, he seemed like he was trying to make himself calm down. If it were me, I would really like it if he could maintain his composure as well. If he ever runs amok, at least let him do so in an open space, not in this cramped dungeon where there's a high chance of getting buried alive.

As we descended the stairs, he started recounting everything that happened according to his perspective.