A sigh sounded somewhere in the Sword Qi Great Wall. It was as if someone didn't agree with the old sword immortal's decision to suddenly lash out and kill someone, yet they were unwilling to step forward to reason with him.1

Beside the sighing person, an old voice sounded. "The victim was only at the Unpolished Jade Tier. Moreover, Chen Qingdu had his reasons to do this, so you should just endure it."0

The sighing person sighed again.0

The old voice gave a helpless chuckle and persuaded the interlocutor to the best of its ability. "Expounding the principles and rules of Confucianism to Chen Qingdu is the same as a chicken trying to speak with a duck. What's the point? In addition, Confucianism is a teaching close to the people. 0

"Scholars don't aim to become Buddha, and scholars don't chase after longevity. The Dao underfoot is neither lofty nor distant. Why force Chen Qingdu to adhere to the rules for everything? Is he a sage or a flawless individual? Everything will become much easier if you don't measure Chen Qingdu against the yardstick of sages."0

"The consequences of one unreasonable action from Chen Qingdu are perhaps more severe than the consequences of 10,000 unreasonable actions from mortal beings," the sighing person replied in an indifferent voice.0

The old person chuckled and replied, "Chen Qingdu is a sword cultivator, while you're a Confucian scholar. The two of you are not the same."0

The Confucian scholar fell silent for a long while. In the end, he murmured, "A scholar travel-worn and busy, yet what purpose does he yearn to achieve?[1]"0

The old man also sighed after failing to convince the Confucian scholar.0

"Chen Qingdu!" someone bellowed in the city to the north of the Sword Qi Great Wall.0

A burst of light shot up from the ground and carried with it an unstoppable might of wind and lightning as it soared toward the great wall.0

The hunch-backed old sword immortal who had already jumped down the parapet frowned upon seeing this. He lightly flicked his sleeve and dragged Chen Ping'an from the parapet, pulling the young boy behind him. Meanwhile, he took Chen Ping'an's original spot and directly faced that overbearing sword cultivator.0

The old sword immortal narrowed his eyes and asked, "What, a descendant in your clan became a spy for the demon tribe, yet you still think that you're the reasonable one?"2

The furious sword cultivator came to a hovering stop in midair a dozen meters away from the great wall. He was a tall old man with a snow-white beard and hair. His aura was extremely majestic, and he showed no signs of respect or...0