Sector 13, Qingmang Star, Zheng Family.
Red silk filled the sky, gongs and drums thundered, and the atmosphere was exceptionally festive.
Zheng Yuan, the Zheng Family's second miss, was sworn sisters with Shen Yuheng, the master of the Martial Arts Hall. The two were extremely close.
Thus, countless distinguished figures had come to attend today's wedding.
In the inner courtyard of the Zheng residence, inside a room lavishly decorated for the occasion.
Zheng Yuan sat on a stool in a fiery red dress, one leg crossed over the other, cracking sunflower seeds in her hand with loud snaps.
Shen Yuheng sat in a chair opposite her.
Cracking seeds as she spoke, Zheng Yuan said, "He killed so many bad people without asking for anything in return—not money, not power, not even fame. So what was he after? Don't tell me he was just doing it for fun?"
Shen Yuheng's expression was somewhat complicated.
"Who knows? Maybe he was simply after that momentary thrill."
"Doing good deeds really does feel good, but... why am I not a good person, then?"
As she spoke, Zheng Yuan frowned, her face filled with distress.
Shen Yuheng could not help laughing at the sight of her.
Of course, she knew what Zheng Yuan was troubled about.
A few days ago, she had brought out a Mysterious Illumination Stone capable of distinguishing good from evil.
It had once been a specialty of Jingkong Zen Monastery.
The lighter its color, the more good deeds a person had done; the darker its color, the more bad deeds they had committed.
At the time, many people had tested it. Most produced a pale pink color, while only a few turned red.
But when it was Zheng Yuan's turn, the moment she placed her hand on the Mysterious Illumination Stone—