"Living like that is no different from being dead!" the Old Man stubbornly insisted, gazing coldly at the city soon to be devoured by the great fire, "Besides, that's not death, it's purification. Only through this can their souls board the train to Heaven."
"That's bullshit. What gives you the right to condemn everyone in the entire city?" Tang Zheng's expression turned sad as he argued with the Old Man, "I believe that most people are good. You cannot deny everyone just because of a few scumbags, especially since you have no right to judge them."
"Young man, you still haven't seen through this world," the Old Man sighed.
"All this nonsense. Let's all work together, kill this final boss, and we're through. Then we can go back and indulge in food, drink, and beauties. Isn't that better than standing here in the cold wind?" Rogers was not a rash man. He verbally urged Tang Zheng to action, yet his movements showed no overreaction, as he didn't want to fall victim to these schemers.
