"Dad, why are you so angry? So I dug up the Johnson family's tomb? Is that such a big deal that you need to get this upset? I didn't kill anyone. And even if I did, so what? Can't our Leland family afford a life?"
Milo Leland simply didn't take these matters seriously, his attitude exceedingly arrogant.
"You... you ungrateful whelp!"
"Dad, I don't like hearing that! What ungrateful whelp? I dug up the Johnson family's Ancestral Tomb, not our Leland family's!"
"Always leave yourself a way out, so you can face people in the future! Digging up someone's ancestral tomb—how could you do such a thing! That kind of act is spiritually damaging!"
Master Leland had navigated the underworld his entire life, his hands stained with no small amount of blood. However, he believed that dust should return to dust; once a person died, all grievances and disputes were over. Who would dig up someone's grave after they died? Such an act was too shameful to even speak of.
