Zhou Chenggang of the Spiritual Dao Sect.
The Spiritual Dao Sect's inner sect Golden Core elder had a powerful combat strength. At this moment, he was above the clouds.
Hearing the Daoist's words, Zhou Chenggang snorted and shouted coldly, "I've cultivated for 500 years and killed countless people. How can I remember such a small matter?"
He doesn't remember.
Small matter.
Just like the Confucian scholar's wife, it was a small matter, right?
On River Heart Island, those sect elites all lowered their heads.
On the riverbank, some people looked up at the sky, and some turned around.
Indeed, in the eyes of the great cultivators of the major sects, the lives of ordinary cultivators were not much more precious than powerless people…
The person standing on the clouds was above everyone else.
A pained expression flashed across the green-robed Daoist's face as he stood by the riverbank. Then he laughed out loud.
"Alright, it's a small matter. It's indeed a small matter…
