"Teacher, what are you thinking?"
Li Ziqi looked at Sun Mo, her eyes filled with admiration.
Teacher was so gentle. If it was someone else, they'd enjoy the exhilaration of killing a powerful foe. They wouldn't think of something like 'should I show mercy?'
"Oh, nothing!"
Sun Mo smiled in self-mockery. Why would someone as unlucky as him open a chest?
Was he thinking that he didn't have enough dark soil?
Sun Mo dared assure that once this chest was opened, he'd feel so regretful that he would want to chop off his hands.
"What are you going to do now? Are you going to stay here?"
Li Ziqi assessed Jia Wendong.
Jia Wendong would definitely be a little sad that a teacher from his school had died. However, it'd be a lie to say that it was heart-wrenching.
After all, they hadn't spent too much time together, nor were they in a teacher-disciple relationship.
