After exchanging pleasantries, Elder Kunpa left, taking step after step away on foot this time.
"It seems this fellow still doesn't trust us," Yang Xiao said, with his hands behind his back, watching Elder Kunpa's departing path.
"It's not exactly distrust, but rather he's not fully trusting us. This person is overly suspicious, yet..." Sheng Yanlin turned his face with a bitter smile, "Heavy suspicion isn't necessarily a bad thing. Had I been half as vigilant as him back then, I wouldn't have ended up imprisoned for ten years."
His experiences with the Dharma Sect have been a lifelong pain for Sheng Yanlin. Yang Xiao hopes that after he recaptures the Academy and harshly punishes the rebels, Sheng's inner turmoil will be resolved.
"Is this the magic artifact you snatched from the Great Protector of Withered Bone Pavilion?" Sheng Yanlin asked curiously, staring at the Blood Soil in Yang Xiao's hand. Yang Xiao had previously mentioned it briefly.
