"But those ordinary people..."
"The gap between them and the Spiritualists is still too large; they simply can't resist. Once they're cursed, they will die instantly."
"So, when faced with such special situations, my actions may seem reactive, but there's no other choice. If I hesitate and react slowly, people will die because of me. I'd rather err because of that." Ji Xuankong said.
In the dim light of the cabin, the old man's figure appeared hunched, his head bowed as his gaze turned towards the depths of the dark corner, his eyes sorrowful and dim.
The incident following the death of the God of Blood was a mess intentionally left to the world in anger and despair.
Ji Xuankong acted for a reason.
But he wouldn't explain away or make excuses for it, because he knew clearly in his heart that right is right, wrong is wrong. When a mistake is made, one should first acknowledge it and face the consequences, then explain the reasons—that's the correct process.
