"I have killed," Chu Yang hesitated before saying.
On the way from Qingyang Village to Mysterious Yuan City, he had encountered a few foolish thieves. It was also the first time he had killed someone.
Strangely, he felt not the slightest disgust or nausea, but rather a faint curiosity.
The old man continued to polish the Mo Blade in his hands, blew on the blade, and smiled, "In our military camp, killing is a common occurrence. You'll quickly get used to it.
As for the young fellow just now, he's from the Tong Family of Mysterious Yuan City, a wealthy clan. He's a bit arrogant, but don't take it to heart."
"Why would someone from the Tong Family come here?" Chu Yang asked, curious.
Logically, a large clan like the Tong Family shouldn't lack cultivation resources, and their strength might not even be inferior to the military camp, so why send their descendants to the camp?
