"They're all disciples of the Purple Sun Sect!" someone recognized.
"Killing our own," Jiang Fan shouted, "The Purple Sun Sect is rotten to the core, and so is the whole world! The Noble Families are entrenched, the great clans are everywhere, the common people can't even survive. The dynasty is in its twilight.
Once that certain someone dies, heroes will rise up all across the land."
Many broke out in a cold sweat. Only Jiang Fan would dare say something that could get him beheaded.
Forget the world—just look at the Purple Sun Sect. Every Outer Disciple knew they were treated like beasts of burden, but no one ever dared to breathe a word of complaint.
If the Purple Sun Sect cared at all about the lives of its Outer Disciples, would anyone dare to rob and kill their own on this road?
"Watch your tongue!" Jiang Yan barked.
