"I was just trying to provoke you," he said, "wanting to bring out your fighting spirit and all your strength to aid my cultivation! I never intended to kill you!"
At last, Moral Heavenly Venerable could no longer hold it in:
"But who the fuck could have guessed you'd be so goddamn disgusting?!" he exclaimed.
Jiang Lu remained silent.
Moral Heavenly Venerable saw only his provocations, but how could he realize that had Jiang Lu been able to win fair and square, he would not have resorted to such tactics?
He didn't want to do it; he had no other choice.
A sloppy old man's pill furnace, throwing in whatever ingredients like it's a damned pickling jar—if he wasn't really out of options, did you think he enjoyed this?
Although it was somewhat satisfying...
"So..." He suppressed these complex emotions and calmly asked, "Did you get what you wanted?"
"A little, but not much."
Moral Heavenly Venerable responded candidly: