Zhuang Xian and An Zizai confronted each other. Such a scene had occurred many times over the years. This time, An Zizai was not as angry; he was very calm.
"His misdeed is indeed serious, but his connection with the evil demon just now is worth exploring. Killing him outright would be too regrettable."
An Zizai spoke earnestly. Zhuang Xian listened, his brows furrowed, but did not relent.
Zhuang Xian stared at An Zizai and asked, "Ancestor, how do you intend to deal with him?"
An Zizai's expression softened, and he said, "Killing him is easy; correcting his mistakes is hard. He will face the punishment he deserves."
Hearing this, Zhuang Xian hesitated for a moment before finally withdrawing his sword.
An Zizai waved his sleeve, collecting Lin Canghai into its folds.
Taiyi Immortal Monarch and the Seventy-Two Immortals of Jin Dong quietly departed, while other sects' Great Cultivators approached, hoping to converse with An Zizai.
Elsewhere.
