The sound diminished, and a chill arose in the hearts of the disciples of Immortal Pavilion around; they couldn't help but step back, distancing themselves from the white-haired elder. The disciples of Immortal Pavilion, engaged in both medicine and poison, often maintained neutrality in Jianghu—neither completely righteous nor evil. Hence, such extreme behavior seemed way too mad even in their eyes.
The middle-aged man looked at the twisted expression of the elderly man beside him, his eyes flashing with indecision, yet his facial expression remained as usual, only in his heart, scorn was rising.
Bravery and ruthlessness—was it because of the boldness in his heart that he sought instant gratification?
Did he truly believe that the current state of Jianghu was still the same as it was thirty years ago? If the common people under the great rule of Great Qin could be so easily stirred up, then Great Qin would not deserve to be called Great Qin.