He had promised these beggars fifty copper coins each after the deed was done!
Never learn from those cowards who are afraid of death, don't say it, don't say it!
However, in the face of life and death, many things seem less important.
Desperate to survive, the beggars immediately roared and pointed the finger at the culprit: "It was him! He brought us here and said that if we slandered Young Master Ruan, he would give us money!"
"Young master, save me! I don't want to die! I've told you everything, please give me the medicine!"
The beggars' wailing revealed the truth, and the old man, who had accepted the Heavenly Lord's favor, became confused and couldn't quite handle it.
His aged hands unconsciously gripped the ground, and he could only continue thinking, pressing against the booming ears—
What can we do? He's trying to stall for time, what else can we do...?
But before a new solution could be devised, Si Jin spoke again, her voice cool and composed, her emotions unreadable: "This person is preventing the Ruan family from delivering medicine to you, what should we do?"
The man just stared at him, his beautiful peach blossom eyes sparkling innocently. He lowered his head, seemingly unintentionally pinching the bridge of his nose, and continued, "It's really... a worry."
The meaning was so clear that the beggars couldn't possibly misunderstand. They immediately turned around, their faces contorted with malice, and walked toward the skinny, rogue old man.
This time, they didn't just punch and kick him; after they had enough, they lifted him up and threw him hard into a corner.
They stuffed a rag into his bleeding mouth and tied his limbs with a tattered rope to prevent him from coming out and speaking again.
Filled with hope for survival, the beggars mercilessly beat the man and quickly ran out to report to Si Jin.
But... when they arrived at the gate of the Ruan residence, the white-clad man who had been standing with his hands behind his back had already vanished without a trace.
… …
Si Jin unleashed his divine power and instantly teleported to the back mountain of the Xuan Shuang Sect.
At a glance, one could see the old Heavenly Lord, who was hiding in the back mountain, constantly absorbing the power of evil. He was no longer a transparent soul, and the moon-white Heavenly Lord's robe, which symbolized power, was gradually taking shape.
Just then, she stood there, smiling as she looked at the newcomer: "Si Jin, you've arrived."
His tone, voice, and clothes were all the same as before.
Si Jin's heart skipped a beat, and she subconsciously clenched her fists. Her eyes inadvertently turned crystal blue as she stared intently at the man who was about to take shape in front of her.
My thoughts followed suit, flying back more than 500 years.
On that day, many gods died at his hands. Realizing something was wrong, he broke through the heavenly soldiers' defensive formation and arrived at the Heavenly Lord's Palace.
The Heavenly King looked exactly like this, with a smile on his face, and said the same thing to him—
"Si Jin, you've come..."
"Thank you so much. Without you, my divine power wouldn't have increased so quickly. You truly are my most capable subordinate..."
As he pondered, the innocent cries of those gods echoed in his ears once more—
"Marshal, why did you harm us? We are all your brothers who have risked their lives for you."
"Marshal, I trust you, I believe in you!"
Why, why...
Si Jin's eyes reddened, filled with a turbulent mix of emotions that nearly overwhelmed him.
He looked down at his hands and even felt that they were stained with blood and were unclean. He felt that he was not worthy of wearing this white robe, nor worthy of returning to the position of Marshal of the Heavenly Realm to touch that battle-hardened silver armor.
But is all of this really... his fault?
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