Six pairs of eyes in the great hall swept towards her at the same time. This was especially so for Little Wang, who revealed an expression of disbelief. His little hand swooped out of her grasp. The word "liar" was clearly written in his pair of watery eyes.
Hey, hey, hey. This little wimp is a little too much. She had already told him that she was in Jade Forest Mountain, he was the one who did not think of it. You can't blame the customer for not being familiar with the business.
"Greetings to senior-martial aunt!"
"Greetings to ancestral-martial aunt!"
Although Zi Yuan and Zhao Yuanxiu were a little unwilling, in the end, the other party's seniority was higher than theirs, so they still had to greet her.
Zhu Yao waved her hands and had him stand up, smiling a little awkwardly. She reflexively wanted to grab onto Wang Xuzhi's little hand, however, he nimbly dodged it. His little face puffed up in anger, as he stared at her with wide eyes that said "you lied to me".
This little wimp, what's he throwing a tantrum for now?
"Yuanchen, Xuzhi, the two of you can leave first." Zi Mo timely came to the rescue, and had Yuanchen bring Little Wang, who was still silently glaring at her, down. Walking a few steps closer, he smiled amiably, yet, with his back facing the other two, he gave her a meaningful look. "Little martial aunt just happened to be at the scene earlier, so you have the most say in this matter. I wonder how do you think we should deal with this matter?"
Zhu Yao trembled. Like hell she knew. Was it really a good idea to kick this ball to her?
"Hoho … My master is calling me home for dinner!"
Just when she was about to run, the door behind her creaked shut. Zhu Yao fiercely glared at old man Zi Mo. You old fox, you're actually kicking a matter like this that clearly offends people to me.
Zi Mo however, smiled even more amiably, looking as though he was listening to his martial aunt's teachings.
Zhu Yao let out a long sigh. She had no choice but to bite the bullet. Squatting down in front of Little Xiao Yi, she looked at the child whose entire body was still bleeding, and could not help but frown. "Release him first." He was just a child after all.
Although Zhao Yuanxiu was a little dissatisfied, he still waved his hand and removed the Binding Art on Xiao Yi.
Xiao Yao heaved a sigh of relief, yet, he still sat on the ground, looking at the crowd with a guarded expression.
The conflict between Xiao Yi and little fatty, she already had some understanding of it when she received her identity jade tablet back then. This was initially just a quarrel between two children, yet, it had escalated to the point where a life almost happened. Was it because he was a cultivator? As the saying goes, with great power comes great responsibility. This place was good. The stronger one was, the more temperamental one's temper would be. Everyone would attack when the time came.
"Xiao Yi, why did you kill little fatty Zhao?" That's right, he killed him. If the Sect Master had not appeared back then, little fatty would most probably have really died.
Xiao Yi's expression turned cold, and he still insisted. "He deserves to be killed."
"Why?" Zhu Yao continued asking.
He gritted his teeth, as if remembering something that he hated. "Ever since we entered the sect, he has always been bullying Linglong. Linglong didn't bother with him, but he made things worse by pushing Linglong into the cold pond. Because of that, Linglong fell seriously ill and was on the verge of death. Little Fatty Zhao even snatched away her life-saving medicine. I've told the senior brother in charge about it, but … "He harrumphed coldly and looked at Zhao Yuanxiu who was not too far away." Because Little Fatty Zhao is the son of the eldest disciple of Weapon Peak, they turned a blind eye to this matter. "
Zhu Yao pondered for a moment. That Ling Long should be the little girl who was with him that day.
"You want to kill Little Fatty Zhao just because of this?"
Xiao Yi nodded, killing intent was still faintly surfacing in his eyes.
"But have you ever thought that even if you kill little fatty Zhao, you won't be able to save Linglong? And, because of this, you will have to bear a life. "
Xiao Yi was silent for a moment, and then continued. "Even if that's the case, I have still avenged her."
"So you feel that killing little fatty Zhao, is the right thing to do?"
He continued to nod.
Zhu Yao was a little powerless. She could not understand why a ten year old child would have such an extreme thought. He would treat the matter of killing as a matter of course, and even think that destroying indiscriminately was a way to solve problems. This child's worldview was evidently already distorted.
"A life for a life. Have you ever thought of the consequences?"
"The people I killed, are people who deserve to die!" Xiao Yi's voice instantly rose.
Zhu Yao frowned even deeper. "Who deserves to die, and who doesn't deserve to die? What sort of standard do you use to determine that? Those who treat you well don't deserve to die, and those who treat you badly deserve to die? Little friend, you're not the only person in this world, and the world doesn't revolve around you. No one has the authority to determine a person's life and death. You said little fatty Zhao bullied you, and caused Linglong to fall gravely ill. This was originally his fault. Yet, you want to kill him, and use an even bigger mistake to repay him. Do you think that's the right thing to do? "
Xiao Yi no longer spoke, yet, he still gritted his teeth, and stubbornly lowered his head.
Zhu Yao knew that it was impossible to convince him in a short period of time. When she first saw him, she knew that he was a little beggar. Most probably, he did not have parents by his side since he was young, which formed this self-centered worldview of him. Furthermore, the notion of seeing oneself as the center of attention had already penetrated deep into his bones, and was basically not something that could be changed in a short period of time.
"It's a fact that Xiao Yi heavily injured little fatty Zhao. He should bear the main responsibility for this." Zhu Yao stood up, and looked towards Zi Mo.
At the side, Zhao Yuanxiu's expression turned joyous. "Grand-martial aunt is wise."
"But!" Zhu Yao continued. "Little fatty Zhao bullied people first, and was the cause of this incident. So, he himself should bear the secondary responsibility as well." Zhao Yuanxiu's expression instantly sank. Zhu Yao did not give him a chance to speak, and continued. "And you!"
Zhu Yao looked towards Yuan Xiu. "As little fatty Zhao's father, you did not teach him properly, and instead, allowed him to bully his own sect members, which led to a fatal disaster. As the saying goes, it's the father's fault for not teaching his son properly. If you had discovered that he was not on good terms with his sect members in the first place, and had tried to dissuade him, this incident would not have happened in the first place. So, you are also responsible for failing to teach him properly. " The enlightenment of a child's worldview came from their parents. If Xiao Yi's extreme worldview was caused by the environment he grew up in, then little fatty Zhao's arrogance was caused by him.
Zhao Yuanxiu's expression instantly darkened completely. The corner of his lips moved, but in the end, he did not refute her directly. Instead, he cupped his hands and replied. "This disciple thanks senior-martial aunt for your teachings." However, the corner of his eyes still ruthlessly glared at the child on the ground.
"Alright, I'm not too clear about the sect rules either. Sect Master Zi Mo, see how exactly you want to punish me." Zhu Yao stretched her waist, and gave Zi Mo, who had not made a sound the entire time, a 'done deal' look.
Zi Mo instantly smiled like an old chrysanthemum, and with a respectful attitude, he began to flatter her. "Little martial aunt, as expected, you're wise. With this analysis, the matter is instantly clear. "
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