This old monk is quite an acquaintance.
During the chaos of the "Gu Plague" in Haojing and the chaos at the Demon Star Pavilion, we had collaborated. He appears compassionate and indifferent, but in truth, is full of schemes.
However, Zhang Kui was not as outraged as others regarding the old monk taking the opportunity to divide the National Guardian True Man.
In either the past life or this world, there are a hundred voices for a hundred people, each wanting others to believe in their reasoning, arguing fiercely.
The human heart is complex and deep as the ocean. Zhang Kui never spends much effort guessing people's thoughts, nor does he waste words to gain verbal superiority.
The mortal world is like a copper furnace, the human heart like Jianghu.
Zhang Kui's way of handling things is simple.
Whatever you think or do, I cannot control or care for, but whether I choose to see you as a friend, passerby, or enemy depends on whether you obstruct my path.
