Lian Chengbi did not wish to debate further on this issue in front of the masses. Suddenly, he smiled gently, still appearing elegant, as if the evil personified as the blood dragon just moments ago never existed. He remained the aristocratic Young Master of Lian Family Castle and said calmly, "If you want people not to know, you mustn't do it yourself. Xiao Shiyilang, you and I are the same kind of person. On what grounds can you criticize me?"
In fact, everyone has two sides, one good and one evil. Otherwise, they wouldn't be able to accomplish great things or even survive.
Which side do you think you stand on?"
Xiao Shiyilang's expression was unmoved, but his mind suddenly recalled Yang Kaitai's unintended remark, "Xiao Shiyilang's saber skill is like wind, thunder, and lightning, while Lian Chengbi's swordsmanship is like a warm moon and spring breeze; one is hard and one is soft, both reaching the Peak."
