The Cyan Robed Swordsman wasn't surprised by Li Chang'an's suspicion.
After all, the two had just been trying to take his head. Now, they had turned around and were actively trying to get on his good side. If Li Chang'an believed them so easily, it would suggest there was something wrong with him.
A look of deep resentment appeared on the Cyan Robed Swordsman's face. He gritted his teeth and said, "The Yaoqing Imperial Court treats the people of our Central Plains like pigs, dogs, and slaves, trying every means possible to break the spine of our Martial Dao... We are Martial Artists! As long as we have a single drop of fight in us, who wouldn't want to grind those beasts to dust and scatter their ashes?"
Li Chang'an nodded but remained noncommittal.
