"To offer sacrifices for the Venerable."
Hou Niao swung his sword, and a head rolled off.
This man could have been spared or killed, but Hou Niao killed him!
It wasn't for vengeance—that was too shallow. This was a change he made to prove his conviction.
He no longer wanted to leave himself any way out, whether proactive or reactive. Having chosen the sword, if he wanted to continue down the path of the Sword Dao, he could no longer look left or right; there was no turning back.
Holding up the Lonely Sword, not a trace of blood remained on the blade's edge. The cold front circulated, and he could feel the joy of the Lonely Sword,
"Are you satisfied with that? If so, let's move forward..."
Hou Niao slowly donned his robe, feeling his Heart Realm firmer than ever, as solid as a rock.
..."The Anhe Daoist flag has been taken down by us!"
