" I... I didn't do it on purpose. It was them... them. Am I not good enough?" Jing Xuechen sobbed. She knew I had wanted to test her, but she had been more frightened than anything else.
It seemed that even for a demon immortal who had grown accustomed to slaughter, truly taking that first step into killing was no easy feat.
"All right, all right, it's over now. Whether you're qualified or not, your dao heart will answer that question for you. But if I were in your position, I probably would've made the same choice. I believe you never wanted to kill anyone, but others might not give you a chance to live." I gently stroked her snow-white hair.
Once the Laws of the Demon God had been thoroughly fused and mastered, they had already formed a unique heretical law. If she wanted to change her appearance, she only needed to make one of those laws manifest outwardly.
"But what I should do might not be what you want me to do, Senior. I... I actually caused such a huge disaster. Everyone will definitely never forgive me... Boohoo." Jing Xuechen sobbed.
I shook my head. "It's not just within the Three Thousand Proving Dao Heavens. Everywhere, people seek common ground while preserving differences. No one can make everyone like them, so why should we care so much about how others see us? As long as we treat the people important to us well, that's enough. Don't you think?"
Jing Xuechen chewed over my words before finally raising her head. "Senior won't blame me, or grow distant from me in your heart because of what I've done?"
"Of course not. These scum deserve to be thrown back into the furnace and remade. All we can do is pray that