Of course, it's quite nonsensical for ordinary people to ponder such things, but it's not too much when it comes to King Pingdeng.
"That's for sure."
"...Why?"
Yi Qingyan raised her hand to cover her face. Dongsheng wasn't sure if she didn't want him to see her expression or if she wasn't used to the strong yang energy of the sunlight.
"Is it because the world isn't black and white, but chaotic, with every person having a different stance, and it's hard to clearly distinguish right from wrong?"
"No, it's because you haven't killed enough people yet."
Yi Qingyan: "...???"
"Brother Dongsheng, what are you talking about..."
"I'm serious."
He shook his head.
"The answer you seek is probably not something you can find just by killing a few people."
He believed that the future King Pingdeng, having killed countless numbers and questioned countless others, must have also felt troubled.
The feeling she gave, Cen Dongsheng thought, was still one of distress.
