"The Thousand Soul Banner is something that should be used sparingly."
After a bit of small talk, Jiang Ding cautioned, "We are born human, and even if we do not speak of saving our country and our people, or bringing peace to the world, we must still have a basic moral line. Indiscriminately slaughtering our own to refine treasures is to lose that very human baseline."
As time passed, the number of familiar faces grew fewer, and he did not want to someday accidentally eliminate this old acquaintance.
"Yes, I understand," the subordinate earnestly replied.
Han Lin's heart shivered as he momentarily mourned in silence for the cloaked figure who had spoken up at the underground auction.
Why trouble oneself anywhere else when it was evident that causing a stir in someone's lair was akin to not knowing what death meant, arrogantly believing oneself to be of the Direct Lineage of a massive Northern Plains family, oblivious to the current situation.
