"It shouldn't have been like this..."
As Hu Ma left the room, he felt a strange sense of absurdity.
It seemed that in this world, the more bad people there were, the easier it was for him to feel at peace.
He didn't feel the slightest bit of guilt for what he had done to the old shopkeeper, nor did he blame him.
In his heart, he had already settled the debt of gratitude.
No matter what schemes he came up with or what actions he took, he wouldn't feel any remorse.
However, he did feel a pang of pity for Wu He.
After all, she was kind-hearted.
Even in that critical moment, she had left him a message.
But now that things had come to this, the members of the Altar Sect were all dead, and in a way, he had avenged her.
As for what she and the shopkeeper had experienced during their trip, he would only find out after returning to the Spirit Temple.
In the outer courtyard, everyone had been called out, and several torches were lit, illuminating the yard brightly.
Under Zhou Datong's arrangements, the workers were preparing to go out and handle the aftermath.
But after the earlier scare, the workers were still uneasy, huddled at the gate, too afraid to step out.
Seeing this, Hu Ma walked over and said loudly, "Don't be afraid. The matter is settled now. It's just a matter of cleaning up."