That old beggar raised his head to look at him with unfocused eyes. Half a beat later, he uttered, “Ah…”, as if his words had been frightened out of him.

Zhang Chengling walked up to him as well, saying in a soft voice, “Grandpa, you should run away quickly, the bad guys are coming soon.”

He had just given the old beggar a copper coin, and the other still recognised him now, uttering “Aiyo, aiyo, somebody’s died!” as he grabbed Zhang Chengling’s elbow. Watching coldly off to one side, Gu Xiang’s gaze suddenly hardened, and like lightning, she leapt over, her dagger falling to hack at the old beggar’s arm.

Aghast, Cao Weining shouted, "A-Xiang, no!"

But it was too late. The dagger in Gu Xiang’s hand drove towards that old man with explosive power; as if he was frightened, the old man retracted his hand. He was quick enough, but Gu Xiang didn’t spare him this chance, abruptly changing moves—sending her dagger upwards in a backhand, she plunged it into his neck, stabbing through his aorta, blood spurting two feet high.

Cao Weining and Zhang Chengling stared wide-eyed at this blood-drenched girl, a living Asura, in shock, completely dumbfounded.

Expressionless, Gu Xiang yanked the dagger out from that old man’s corpse, and casually raised a sleeve to wipe at the blood on her face. Lifting her gaze, she saw the slightly fearful, horrified, even inscrutable expressions on the faces of those two people, and asked, “What?”

Cao Weining pointed at the old man’s corpse, his tongue in knots as he stammered, “He…he was only…only an old beggar, you…you killed him…”

Hmph, influential orthodox sects—the look in Gu Xiang’s eyes grew chilly in an instant. Without explaining herself, she turned to sheath her dagger, picked Zhang Chengling up and left.

Yet, Cao Weining cautiously caught up with her. Half a beat later, he mumbled, fumbling with his words, “I didn’t mean it like that…A-Xiang, I’m not saying that you are wrong, I don’t…I also don’t think that you kill at random, it’s just that what if you’re wrong, what if he’s an ordinary old beggar, what if…you realised these in the future? I’m worried that you’ll feel troubled over this.”

Gu Xiang paused in her steps almost imperceptibly. She was silent for a while, before saying brusquely, “Bullshit, what do I have to be sad about?”

Cao Weining sighed lightly, saying, “It’s always upsetting, it’s just that you aren’t aware of it yourself…sigh, let’s leave quickly, we don’t know where Zhou-xiong and Wen-xiong went, and if another bunch of Poisonous Scorpions arrive, it’ll be others who’ll have to feel sad for us!”