Li Ping'an strolled forward with his hands behind his back, and Dizang instinctively stepped back half a step.
Li Ping'an smiled at the sight: "Nephew, are you afraid of me?"
Dizang didn't find an excuse, clasped his hands in greeting, and said earnestly: "Both of my senior brothers met their ends at His Majesty's hands, it's just that my little heart feels heavy."
"Those two senior brothers of yours were not of the benevolent kind."
Li Ping'an asked leisurely:
"In your view, was I right or wrong in killing Qia Feng and Calamity?"
Dizang was silent.
Li Ping'an gazed at Dizang's delicate face, as if ready to fight at any disagreement.
Suddenly, a somewhat immature voice came from Dizang's feet:
"Whatever His Majesty the Heavenly Emperor does is surely right.
