It was only a matter of materials?
After hearing Ji Yicheng's words, Fu Qian's mind suddenly cleared. The questions that had puzzled him now had answers.
"So the reason you did all this was to get materials?"
Fu Qian looked at Ji Yicheng.
He'd found it strange before. Using this place to set a trap made sense, but this man stepping in to save people didn't.
He hadn't favored either side, either. Whether it was Sybill or Kelson, he'd save them when they were about to die.
Now he understood. To this man, they were all materials, and it would be a waste to destroy them.
"Exactly."
Ji Yicheng, the material enthusiast, gave a cold laugh and nodded.
At the mention of it, he suddenly carried himself with an air of importance.
"So the mirror acknowledged you?"
Fu Qian asked again.
"Yes."
"Your wings, and the abilities you showed earlier—you got them because of that?"
"That's only a fraction of what you can see."
Ji Yicheng extended his right hand, his voice filled with indescribable rapture.
"Its potential is beyond your imagination. With every harvest, I can feel myself growing, touching the divine."
His entire right hand and arm gradually became clear and translucent, gleaming brilliantly.
"It's a brand-new sensation you've never experienced!"
"The thrill of growing freely, without limits!"
"Let me think."
Seeing Ji Yicheng grow more and more intoxicated, his words turning into one exclamation after another, Fu Qian hurriedly cut him off. He was afraid the man might start pleasuring himself right there.
"When you say 'harvest,' you mean killing people who've been mentally affected?"
"Not killing. Purifying."
Ji Yicheng's eyes never left his hand.
"They carry the shadow of corruption. I merely purify it from them."
"At least before they die, their souls are as pure