"Immortal Da'ai is indeed a remarkable figure,"
Jiang Ding nodded, taking note of this person and making a mental mark.
Such an independent and unique individual who has not been killed yet, and who has actually achieved something significant, must be either extremely benevolent or extremely malicious.
Of course, thinking this way might be too prejudiced.
Judge by deeds, not by intentions.
As long as one does good deeds, that person is good.
If we were to scrutinize intentions for perfection, who doesn't harbor some sordid thoughts?
Take, for example, the browsing history on Jiang Ding's smartphone.
This is a top-secret matter; anyone who dares to pry into it must be killed, then grinded a thousand times by the Demolishing Spirit Demolishing Skills, making sure not a trace of memory-laden soul residue remains.
"Given the dire situation in Blood Cloud, why do you choose to get involved at this time?"
Jiang Ding asked.
"Because there is no other way,"
