"Why?"
Jiang Ding asked, wanting to know the other person's thoughts.
He was naturally asking why such a powerful person would want to kill two innocent children who posed no threat and bore no grudge.
"Why?"
Wan Qianyu gave a cold smile, "We martial artists labor day and night, never slacking. Our purpose, naturally, is to act on our desires, to kill when we want to kill, to save when we want to save!"
"Is that your philosophy?"
Jiang Ding's eyebrows relaxed.
"Then why, when your son died, did you need to grieve and couldn't let go? Is it because the one who killed him didn't act on their desires quickly enough?"
"Seeking death!"
Wan Qianyu's eyes were murderous, and with a light step, the Hundred Flowers Illusion appeared faintly, her sword striking like a shooting star across the distance to the eaves.
Whoosh!
