"Excuse me?" The book in Shen Jiyu's hands snapped shut as he sat up.
"He wants to live a life of honour, to be remembered fondly by a lot of people."
Shen Jiyu was quiet for a while before he asked, "He is the one that killed this body's entire clan, is he not? He has also committed several forms of massacre across the continent."
"Yes, The Marquis in this lifetime is unanimously hated by the entire populace.
Cultivators hate him even more than they hate the Seven Sins Sect."
Shen Jiyu was aware, the fear that the healers and the men on the ship had in their eyes was not fake. They were completely terrified of Shi Zian and it was not for nought, Shen Jiyu thought of the cruelty that danced in Shi Zian's eyes and the sharp killing intent that filled his being.
A life of honour, he thought. What did Feng Mian mean by that? Why would he be obsessed about that? He recalled everything he knew about his betrothed. What was his life, if not one of honour?
