"I see that..." Ling Tian suddenly smiled, while he suppressed the words he most wanted to say, instead muttering "Even after experiencing so much slaughter, my hands are still clean."
Yu ManLou jolted in shock, before smiling as he thought about it. He slowly replied, "Mine also are still clean and white."
"We will see red soon." Ling Tian cynically spoke, "Bright red, dark red, vermillion red, as well as blood red!"
"When the time comes for it to be red, it should not be white, neither should it remain white." Yu ManLou folded his hands behind his back. As he spoke, there was an aura of loneliness behind him, as well as an unspeakable lack of emotion.
