Storytelling
AFTER KNEELING FOR some time, Shen Zui could not take it anymore. Although he was a monk, his resolve over the matter of cleansing the realm was stronger than anyone else.
Zhang Wei thoroughly convinced him.
"Senior, we dare not oppose you, but what we're doing is for the people of this realm. Senior, do you believe that the people who are suffering deserve the rest that they deserve? Do you believe that the people who are weak and often abused deserve to redeem themselves by claiming eternal rest?"
Yang Lujia still stared at the Death Hydra who was no longer controlled by anyone. Then, his gaze landed on Shen Zui. Expressionless, he said, "I don't."
Shen Zui shut his mouth as his expression was rendered in a daze.
Zhang Wei was still wailing so hard for the eyes Yang Lujia had pulled out without even touching them. Bleeding, he kept cursing under his breath. On the other hand, Zhao Dilao and his grandfather were silent all the way.