With a cold laugh, Tushan Meng repeated the word Yuan Kong had used, "'Benefactor'?"
In the next instant, a flash of sword-light streaked past Yuan Kong. The stone table was instantly sliced in two, collapsing loudly to either side.
Her voice was like a chisel on stone, forcefully carving out every single word.
"My name is Tushan Meng! Not some bullshit 'benefactor'!"
"Back then, your seven Major Sects slaughtered countless Tushan Clan Members. Were they not people I cared about?"
"Since you care so much about these commoners now, I'll kill them just to show you!"
Tushan Meng gripped her longsword tightly, a vicious glint flashing in her fox-like eyes.
"And in this life, you raised Xiao Mo from childhood. You're the one who brought him up, so he must care about you a great deal, right? And those people who frequent your Sikong Temple to burn incense and pray? Xiao Mo must have some affection for them too, wouldn't you say?"
