The Western Great Camp's troops were clearly well-trained. From receiving the order to fully gearing up, they took only half an hour.
The group did not linger. They mounted their horses and left Dongjiang City.
The Western Great Camp lay more than two hundred li away. Even riding at full speed, the journey would take two days.
Once night fell, the thousand-man force made camp in the forest. After assigning men to keep watch, everyone else quickly began to rest.
Li Yan and Mo Cheng possessed cultivation, so going without sleep for a night was no issue for them.
"Brother Wan, there is something I do not understand."
"Please speak, Brother Mo."
Mo Cheng hesitated for a moment before finally speaking. "Though I come from a family of soldiers, I also believe that one must cut the weeds and pull up the roots when eliminating evil. But Brother Wan, you have been in the martial world for barely over a month, yet the blood on your hands has already exceeded a thousand lives."
"Brother Wan, are you not afraid that this killing nature will burden you until you ultimately suffer qi deviation?"
Li Yan actually shared Mo Cheng's doubts. Before crossing over, let alone killing people, he had not even killed a fish—he did not cook.
Yet after arriving here and enduring three days of inhuman living, the system awakened, and he completely let himself loose.
You hunted me down? Then however many of you came, I killed however many there were.
You had something I wanted? Then once I killed you all, it was all mine.
You threatened my friends? Then I simply killed you all.
Thinking carefully, he really had killed rather too many people over the past month.
But guilt?
None.
An unstable state of mind?
None.