"My lifelong idol!"
"So fierce! Truly too fierce!"
...
Feng Yin strode two thousand three hundred miles, bristling with murderous intent, heads rolled, blood flowed, and everywhere one could see was bloodthirsty.
Killing like this with no care, his power was overwhelming. Even some high grade assassins withdrew immediately when they found him, as if they were taking the gentle approach.
This bizarre phenomenon made Feng Yin sense their inner conflict.
It's that feeling of 'wanting the treasure, yet the price is to fight with the gentle one, better not.'
Although it was a feeling, it was very clear and real.
"If you don't want to be enemies, then let's stay safe. Perhaps one day we will become friends."
Feng Yin murmured in his heart, and then, without hesitating, he continued on his journey.
To verify this feeling, Feng Yin occasionally exposed himself and tested it out to verify his own guess.
