Shi Hong's defensive puppets were slowly melting. He inwardly cursed. This man was a venerable stage cultivator. Why in hell would he get so upset at him for killing a bunch of mortals? Righteousness? He didn't buy that for a second. In Shi Hong's mind, every cultivator who is at the nascent soul stage and above is a bastard. They had to keep up with the maintenance costs of their cultivation. To get enough resources for that, they would need to step on ants sooner or later.
Shi Hong was going through the factions Kang Bo might be a member of. Since he cared about the civilians, there was no way he was a demon cultivator. He wasn't a member of the Wen Dynasty since he attacked Luo Geming too. He hadn't been a member of the Yao camp since he attacked Shi Hong. The more he thought about it, the more he got confused.
