Chapter 150 – Festival of Sins (II)

Chapter 150

Festival of Sins (II)

“Okay, it’s safe now!”

The veil of darkness that was Light hands finally lifted, and I could see!

To hell with this!

These kids are treating me like I’m a child, too!

And, look, look at Long Tao! He looks like he’s just about ready to blow his top from laughing harder than he ever laughed in his life! Weren’t you apathetic?! Weren’t you a legendary hero?! Is seeing the kids make a mockery of me that funny?!

… haah.

I’m venting into the sky.

I mean, they have good intentions; it’s just that their good intentions make me seem like… I don’t even know, honestly. I’m kind of at a loss for words.

Speaking of loss, I couldn’t see anyone but their leader, who was currently sitting strapped to a tree, his expression one of bewilderment, anger, shame, embarrassment, cunning, and–yeah, I have no idea. He just looks like he wants to kill us with his eyes.

“Forgive us, Master!” Dai Xiu and Xi Zhao bowed suddenly, shouting.

“… just… just go away.”

“A-ah!”

“Master needs some time…”

“Of course!” Honestly, their mood swings might be the death of me. I’m nowhere near qualified to diagnose them with anything (and that nowhere is being kind to me), but I’m tempted. Oh my God, am I tempted. There’s no way anyone in this group is normal (except for me, of course).

“Why’d you keep him alive?” I asked Wan Lan, who also returned, seeming rather jubilant about something.

“He’s their leader,” she said. “Maybe we can learn who they are?”

“They’re former members of the Fire Sun Sect,” I rattled randomly, surprising her.

“E-eh? Really?”

“Hm,” I nodded. “Not much you can learn from them, I imagine. Their home got blown up, probably while they were away, so they discarded their identities and decided to rob people. They probably heard rumors about the gathering in the Grove and were on their way over when they chanced upon us. Does that just about cover it?” I turned toward the man tied to the three who was gnashing his teeth.

“Who the hell are you?! There’s no way you are just some random merchants! Who are these monsters?! Are you Demonic Cultivators?!”

… eh? You literally fought a Demonic Cultivator and you couldn’t tell. I looked at him oddly, Wan Lan looked at him oddly, and even Long Tao looked at him oddly.

It must have been quite a comical sight since Light broke the silence by laughing.

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That’s right.

Light laughed.

I mean, I caught a glimpse of her kind of smiling here and there, but no… she actually laughed.

I snapped my head toward her, but by the time I did, her expression was back to placid. I eyed her for a moment as she pretended nothing happened.

Seriously.

I’m the only one even remotely normal here.

“We’re kind of like you, actually.” I turned to the tied man whose name I’ve literally already forgotten despite having inspected him not ten minutes ago. “I’m a former Elder of the Spirit Sword Sect, and these are my disciples.”

“Y-you! It’s all your fault! What the hell happened there?! Why?! Just why did you all not die?! If you had just died peacefully, my sect would have become the greatest in the region! Nobody would have been able to defy us!”