Ye Zhuo ignored him outright, his gaze turning toward the Chaotic Lands and settling on Mu Jingfeng.
At that moment, his eyes were filled with kindness. As he looked at Mu Jingfeng, it was as though he were looking at his own blood descendant.
"Master!"
Mu Jingfeng's heart surged with emotion.
He had never seen such an expression in Ye Zhuo's eyes before.
Compared to calling him Master, Mu Jingfeng would actually rather call Ye Zhuo "Grandfather."
"Good child!"
Ye Zhuo revealed a smile he had not shown in who knew how many years.
Yet at that moment, the excitement in Mu Jingfeng's eyes gradually calmed, while an inexplicable emotion surfaced within him.
"Master!"
He called out softly, a bad premonition suddenly rising in his heart.
Ye Zhuo smiled and nodded before slowly saying, "Jing Feng, what you said was indeed correct. Your master has already verified it—the Path of Slaughter does not actually require us to slaughter our way forward without end."
Mu Jingfeng froze, recalling how he had met Ye Zhuo not long ago and spoken with him through the entire night about the path of slaughter.
Yet a faint confusion appeared in his eyes, and he did not understand why Ye Zhuo was saying this.
Ye Zhuo offered no explanation and merely continued, "Watch carefully. This should be the path you have been seeking all this time."
"The Path of Slaughter is not merely mindless killing. It is both massacre and protection."
"Today, I shall use the Path of Slaughter to calm my heart, protect Divine Firmament, and keep you safe and sound."
"Is this... passing on a technique?" Lin Xuan frowned slightly.
Mu Jingfeng stood there in a daze. Ye Zhuo's words seemed to have made him think of something.
"Master!"
The next instant, Mu Jingfeng