"The Grassland Sword Saint is dead!?"
Qin Yang was taken aback, a little surprised.
'I was just complimenting the old man on his mental fortitude yesterday, and now he's dead from sheer rage?'
'His composure didn't just break; it shattered.'
'Then again, he brought this on himself. With a personality that paranoid, a single bad thought could turn him demonic. He loved courting death for no reason. If he was truly provoked, he'd be capable of anything—murder, arson, you name it.'
'His death is a good way to settle things.'
"This is great news, Old Qin! Good riddance to that old bastard!"
Xia He said animatedly while scrolling through his phone, "Everyone's talking about it online. I can't believe some people actually sympathize with that monster. They've clearly never had their own dojo get wrecked!"
"Yeah, it's pretty absurd."
Qin Yang agreed noncommittally and pulled out his own phone to take a look.
