Jiang Qianyue still remembered the first time he killed someone in front of Muyin. He had expected her to urge him to mend his ways like anyone else, or ask him if it was really worth it.
Yet Muyin's reaction defied everyone's expectations. She merely stood quietly to one side, her gaze as deep as the night sky, completely without ripples. The tip of Jiang Qianyue's sword was still dripping with warm blood, and the air was heavy with the tangled scent of iron and gore. He slowly turned around, his gaze meeting Muyin's as an inexplicable emotion welled up in his chest—was it a longing to be understood, or the fear of impending condemnation?
Muyin spoke softly, her voice low and magnetic: "What does killing mean to you?"
Chapter 149