"Such a hassle."
Ji Changsheng loved efficiency and disliked being troubled.
"He very much seems like a demon of the Devil Sect, probably already turned by them. As disciples of the Righteous Path, encountering a demon of the Devil Sect means one has the duty to punish them."
"Hold on!"
Du Zongjiang did not want to die yet.
"Ji Changsheng, as a disciple of Mystic Temple, to falsely accuse and frame like this, I will not accept."
"Dead men need not complain."
Ji Changsheng didn't care if the people he killed were willing or not.
Only if they were dead or not.
Du Zongjiang loudly said, "Everything about the Cinnabar-Azurite Blessed Land is reasonable and lawful; you have no way to dispose of me by using the Blessed Land. As for the matter of Zhuo Fanghua, she was not killed by me, she really committed suicide."