Published: March 8, 2025
"Is that so?" Tang Wufang chuckled, pondering in his heart that the otherworldly demons were merely a means to deal with those people... I don't believe it at all, but it seems that many have indeed been fooled...
If this person can be properly deceived, wouldn't that be a great support? But how much of what he said is true?
The Sword of Ethereal Void, Xiao Se, stood there in silence and asked, "Are these all minions of the otherworldly demons?"
"Indeed," Tang Wufang replied. "They are about to be escorted for trial at headquarters."
Xiao Se, uninterested, responded with an "oh." A gust of night wind blew, causing his black robe to sway dramatically. He seemed to shiver slightly and said, "Can I take a look at them?"
Tang Wufang hesitated, "Brother, these folks are all serious offenders..."
Xiao Se nodded knowingly, saying, "Yes, I did appear rather suddenly. I apologize. It's understandable that you don't trust me..."
He stood lost in thought for a moment, then bitterly smiled, "In that case, let’s meet again. When you have news about the otherworldly demons, I will return."
Tang Wufang had nothing to say in response.
The man in black, Xiao Se, smiled indifferently, nodded slightly, and then floated away, vanishing into the distance with a whoosh.
In mid-air, only a long sigh of melancholy was left behind.
His departure was swift, making it clear that he truly did not wish to stay here.
Watching his figure shrink to a small dot, about to disappear from view, Tang Wufang's eyes flickered: This person truly seems like a reclusive hermit; he is not an enemy, and his demeanor is detached, making him easy to fool... It would be too unfortunate to let such a person go. With that thought, he called out, "Brother, please wait!"
Xiao Se's figure had already vanished, leaving only a sigh: "No need."
Tang Wufang raised his voice, "Doesn't Brother want to know the news about the otherworldly demons?"
There was silence from the other side.
But Tang Wufang knew that after hearing this, the other person would stop in their tracks. Although he did not turn around, he was already stirred. He continued, "Doesn't Brother want to find out who the enemy that killed your master is? Don't you want to know if that enemy is the otherworldly demon?"
With a flash of movement, Xiao Se drifted back from afar and arrived in front of Tang Wufang, shaking his head with a bitter smile: "You are quite amusing. When I wanted to see them, you wouldn't let me; now that I want to leave, you are eager to call me back..."
Tang Wufang chuckled, "The martial arts world is strange these days. It's hard to discern friend from foe... Please forgive me, Brother."
Xiao Se replied, "Has it truly come to a point where trust is so hard to find? The martial arts world nowadays... sigh."
Tang Wufang laughed, "But what needs to be believed will ultimately be believed."
Xiao Se nodded solemnly. "I want to ask them."
"Please, Brother," Tang Wufang said, waving his hand, allowing a path to be cleared for the escorting group.
Xiao Se walked over with his hands clasped behind his back. As he moved, everyone felt each step he took was filled with bitter sorrow. Each motion radiated loneliness and desolation.
In their hearts, the crowd couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy: What kind of painful experiences and lonely solitude could transform a person's aura into something so uniquely penetrating?
He casually approached Han Xiaoran and asked, "You, are you a comrade of the otherworldly demons?"
Han Xiaoran replied flatly, "Do otherworldly demons even exist in this world?"
Xiao Se smiled gently, "Regardless of whether they exist or not, we must investigate thoroughly before reaching a conclusion."
Han Xiaoran scoffed, "But how many innocent lives will be lost in the process of this investigation?"
Xiao Se calmly said, "That point is of little concern. I have roamed the martial arts world for twelve hundred years..." He paused and continued, "...it is inevitable to take lives while wandering. But I keep a conscience ledger; for every person I kill, I note it down. What crime they committed and why they were killed is clear. Even after killing, I investigate—over the course of twelve hundred years, I have never wrongfully killed anyone!"