In the Yellow Bud Rice Fields, Chen Mu watched Old Hao's slightly disheveled retreating figure and couldn't help but sigh.
"I didn't want to."
Chen Mu shook his head, "There is no such thing as an unprovoked kindness."
"This world that crushes one's hopes..."
Looking at the items snatched within the Five Ghosts Bag, Chen Mu sighed again.
The loss of these items could be a heavy blow to Old Monk Hao and Shang Huan.
It might leave them without food, unable to pay their dues, unsuccessful in their practices.
"But if I don't teach them a lesson, what will they do when they encounter someone more ruthless in the future?"
"What's at stake then might not just be possessions, but their very lives!"
Chen Mu let out a breath, "I'm doing this for their own good!"
"I hope you can become kind and solid individuals!"
Thinking that he may have shaped two good people in this world, Chen Mu's mood instantly brightened.
After Old Hao's figure disappeared over Low Mountain,