Shen Wuming looked at Xuanguan, pulling a hint of a smile on his rugged face, "Master Xuanguan, you must be joking."
Xuanguan responded calmly, "This poor monk never jokes."
The smile on Shen Wuming's face gradually disappeared, and he said solemnly, "If that is the case, I regret to say that I am powerless.
The Seven Heroes Conference indeed has old scores to settle with Su Xin, but that was just a past conflict between the younger generation. Even if I wanted to settle accounts with Su Xin, now is not the right time.
The current Su Xin is one of the Four Great Divine Constables of the Six Gates, a staple of the Earth List. Killing him is a responsibility my Seven Heroes Conference could not bear nor one we wish to bear."
Speaking of hatred, Shen Wuming indeed harbored immense resentment towards Su Xin.
His dearest daughter, Shen Tianyao's, spirit was significantly damaged by Su Xin last time, and even after several years, she hasn't fully recovered from her trauma.
