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Life is a bitch, isn't it?
On the ground is a corpse. It belongs to a warm, friendly, and well-intentioned farmer. As much as I hate the Sun people, I am not any different. Quite hypocritical, isn't it?
The man's neck is broken. There is no blood, there is no trace of any poison, there is nothing that could link him to me. I did consider letting him live. He hosted me so considerately after all. Killing him means that I am a monster.
Life is all about decisions. I made this one for two very simple reasons. First, there are various methods to track someone with an eyewitness to help. Stuff like divination has been lost in the ages, but many sects still have remnant tricks that they can use for it. Second, there was the man's personality.
