Even Huayang was momentarily taken aback at this moment.
He had prepared himself for the worst outcome, fully aware that he could be punished for the grudge he held against Gu Wen.
He still remembered the time when he intended to send a precious life-saving artifact to Gu Wen against all odds.
Faced with numerous elders from the Qingyang Sect who opposed him, he had said: “The Dao Monarch Emperor is powerful and controls Great Qian; Gu Wen can abandon it. Conversely, if Gu Wen attains the Nine-Nine Dao Foundation, I too can be abandoned.”
Then, his master had taken the initiative, willing to risk his life for Huayang in order to help him escape calamity.
But kindness couldn’t outweigh debts, nor could accomplishments outweigh grudges.
What surprised Huayang was that Gu Wen had killed him under such a frivolous accusation.
This was a blatant affront to the authority of the Dao Sect, undermining the rules that had been upheld for eight centuries.
Frowning, Huayang hesitated, gazing at Gu Wen who stood ten zhang away, his face calm and lacking any murderous intent.
Was this a joke?
What nonsense!
A hint of anger surfaced on Huayang’s face, and it infuriated him even more than if Gu Wen had simply killed him outright.