Qi Yuan walked out of the thatched house and stood in the courtyard.
The cold moonlight fell upon him, sending a chill down his spine.
"It's true. Those that kill too much will indeed have nightmares," he murmured.
"I am too positive about this. It's just some lingering illusions after all."
Qi Yuan waved his hand, and a water mirror appeared in front of him.
He looked at his reflection.
Extraordinarily handsome, a hint of enchantment in his eyes, and a faint murderous aura clinging onto him.
"The murderous aura is still too thick."
"Who would believe that I cultivated this murderous aura by playing games?"
After all, in games from his previous life, people killed millions of monsters without accumulating any murderous aura.
Qi Yuan had decided, he absolutely would not leave until he had either refined or hidden his murderous aura.
Even if he did left, he could not expose his identity.
