"What on earth are you talking about?" Ah Jiu said in a fluster as she grabbed a clean white handkerchief to wipe the tea stains off her body, glaring at Wufu.
Murder, arson, theft.
What did she consider herself, a hooligan or an assassin? She was a young lady—how could she entertain such thoughts?
"Murder and arson? You're supposed to be an upright citizen," Ah Jiu glared and lowered her voice, "In the deep forest on the mountain, when that hunter had ill intentions, it was justifiable to kill him. But now, if you rashly kill someone, you would bring disaster upon yourself."
"How is it that Beiyan and Nanyue don't have those shady organizations, like assassins?" Wufu asked with the curiosity of a child. That can't be right—where there are people, there is Jianghu, and there will always be heroes from the Green Forest who live unfettered by society's rules, both righteous and evil.
And besides, aren't there many sects in Jianghu? How could there be no assassins?
