Hearing the whispers around him,
Ning Chenxin's heart grew heavier and heavier.
If this goes on unchecked,
I'm afraid it won't just be The Study Room—eventually, the Confucian Dao across the world will be condemned as heresy!
With that thought,
Ning Chenxin stepped into the manor.
The stench of blood inside was overwhelming!
It was obvious—
when the people of this manor were killed, it was pure torture, a gruesome end.
Ning Chenxin's expression grew grave as he observed his surroundings.
Indeed.
Mixed within the stench of blood was chaotic spiritual energy, and the unmistakable aura of the Confucian Dao.
Using the Confucian Dao to commit murder by torture?
This kind of thing ran completely counter to Ning Chenxin's ideals and the very reason he set out to cultivate Confucianism!
At first glance, there weren't any special traces.
Everything pointed to a Confucian cultivator committing some evil act—a senseless massacre.
But as Ning Chenxin walked into the deepest room,
