Uncle-Master's expression was ugly. When he saw the man lying on the ground, trying to sit up with much difficulty, his eyes were filled with disgust and coldness.
He had studied magic spells for decades and had been doing this since he had memories.
He and his Senior Brother's master had told them that learning spells were for the sake of doing good. They had to remember not to harm anyone.
Furthermore, their master had saved many people's lives during a fight with the evil cultivators, but he had not saved himself.
He had always hated these evil Mages. It had been too long since these evil people faced the punishment of heaven.
Over the years, countless people had lost their lives to these evil spells.
If such a person survived, how could they appease the dead?
"Master, he…" Xing Jiuan couldn't help but ask when she saw that he was suddenly silent.
"Jiuan, is he still useful to you?"
