Yinghuo, Miaomiao, Xianxian, and Lanhuang collectively fell silent.
"You're getting more and more perverted," Yinghuo concluded.
"It's not too bad. My true heart is still there. The wicked thoughts have merely changed how I deal with enemies. This lack of control greatly increases my chances of dying—I could easily die—but I have to admit, the process feels great. It's exhilarating. I feel like my whole being has ascended, as though I've unearthed another side of Order," Li Tianming said seriously.
"Do you really know that in your heart?" Yinghuo asked.
"What do you think?" Li Tianming grinned.
"You're talking to us, but your Heaven-Stealing Eye is watching those girls in the distance," Yinghuo ruthlessly exposed him.
"Gah?"
Li Tianming hadn't expected it to notice.
"Hmph, a dog can't stop eating shit!" Xianxian once again recorded this on Li Tianming's leg.
"Xianxian, you've overstepped yourself. You actually called Ling'er shit. I'm recording that too!" Li Tianming said.
"What?" Xianxian froze.
"Little Li, stop dreaming. Take a good look at yourself. Li Fan said it himself: whenever all those girls see you—a lowborn blood beastmaster, the very bottom of Myriadpath Valley's chain of contempt—they'll stay as far away as possible. It'd already be good enough if they didn't spit on you," Yinghuo laughed loudly.
"As if you guys weren't looked down on too." Li Tianming shrugged.
Life seemed to have changed a little.
Li Tianming didn't know whether it was a blessing or a curse.
Here, he had no true protector of the Dao. Yet he suddenly realized that this life of licking blood from a blade's edge—wasn't that the true martial path?
On Darkstar and Ebonia, he had Lin Xiao, Lin Xiaodao, and the Ninedragon Imperial Tomb. Every step he took had been calculated, without too much risk. But after coming