Qin Leyin, you thick-browed, big-eyed fellow—you're a Hidden Sword Assassin too?
No way!?
Le Yu absolutely refused to believe that Qin Leyin was also a Hidden Sword Assassin, but Qin Leyin had indeed broken through his final killing move—he could move unhindered through the darkness created by the Veil of Discord. His combat arts hadn't been interrupted by the darkness, and he had accurately seized Le Yu, this little cutie.
Riiip!
The successive sounds of flesh and skin being torn away showed that some indescribably gruesome scene was taking place in the darkness. Le Yu felt like a doll caught in a storm, suffering the inhuman, merciless ravaging of the wind and rain.
Yet Le Yu suddenly lost focus.
The memories sealed deep within Jing Zhengwei's brain kept flashing through Le Yu's mind. One crystal-clear scene of cruelty after another appeared beneath the lights, while screams and cries of anguish that pierced through his eardrums and straight into his marrow played out endlessly in Le Yu's thoughts.
The memories Le Yu had always been afraid to uncover—now, he suddenly had the ability to face them.
The reason he had never dared to browse Jing Zhengwei's memories before was not only because he had thought, What the hell does it have to do with me? More importantly, he was afraid of identifying with Jing Zhengwei's role as the abuser.
As an ordinary person with little self-control, Le Yu was afraid that he might also empathize with Jing Zhengwei's "cruel pleasure." It was like how the God of Pure Love didn't dare watch a Minotaur story, terrified that he might suddenly say, "Actually, I kind of like it."
But now, Le Yu finally had the courage to recall Jing Zhengwei's wretched life.
A childhood with an early-dead mother and a father who