'The situation is already so ugly before we even enter… that's not a good sign, is it?' Wang Ling commented seeing the drama unfold, he was never one to feel bad about death outside his people, it was a cycle and the unsaid contract of those who walks the path of cultivation, after all, 'But… I have grown soft, haven't I?'
'Well, you spent so long trying to take away the numbness that's been carved in you, that's better than being a mere slaughterer.' Bai Xue watched Wang Ling's journey at his second life, how he tried to fight against the temptation of a cozy life and his defeat, 'Though you grew to accept empathy, that doesn't change your dubious mind… which we will be needing in killing the bastard.'
