And to be honest, amongst everyone present, the only one truly suitable for this job was the young prince, Xiang Liang.
Even if it were Shi Jiutu himself, faced with so many old friends from the jianghu, the chances of him carrying out this task impartially were essentially non-existent.
Yet, oddly enough, Xiang Liang was capable of doing it. Or to put it another way, only he had the qualifications, the standing, and the capital to carry out such a task.
His way of coldly cutting off ties was akin to a dog's snarl, whether you were familiar with him or not, his face against friendship was unfeeling.
This was undeniably, a distinctive trait of royalty.
Shi Jiutu sighed, gazing into the depths of the dense forest.
My dear, how are you now?
I hope you're not dead, that you haven't been captured!
I'd rather you escape alive, eliminate a few more villains in this world, than fall into their hands, or worse, into mine.
May Heaven's Path eternally protect the virtuous!
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