John laid down in his bed, staring at the ceiling above. His mind was repeating everything he had seen in that chamber, unable to forget what he had seen.
He had no problem with cultivators doing such things to each other, as such was the way of the cultivation world. When one stepped on the cultivation pathway, they were doing so with the knowledge that strength was the only truth in the world, and without it, their fates were not their own.
However, mortals were different. They valued the simple life, and did not tread the cultivation pathway. It was an unwritten rule of the cultivation world that mortals were off limits. However, John could see that those 'rules' were as flimsy as wet paper, and were only followed by the Honorable Alliance.
He kept wracking his mind for solutions to what he had witnessed, but could only come up with one idea.
