But in a world this big, scum like Shang Daoyuan was an inevitable existence.
From their conversation, Daoyuan had personally confessed to his crimes. Under these circumstances, he had no reason to lie; if he hadn't done it, he certainly wouldn't have taken the blame. Moreover, Xia Ruofei had been observing them closely. If either were lying, his mental strength coverage would have easily caught the slightest inconsistency.
Initially, seeing Daoyuan so battered and poisoned, Ruofei had felt a flicker of sympathy. He had considered intervening at the right moment, figuring that the man fleeing into his yard was a kind of fate. If they hadn't shared a deep-seated grudge, he would have mediated; if their conflict was truly irreconcilable, he would have at least saved Daoyuan's life and let the future sort itself out. Now, however, those thoughts vanished. This man was the absolute scum of the cultivators. Even death would be too good for him.
