That was why one had to hold compassion in one's heart.
Madam Tracy's impeccably dressed escort actually had another face.
He loathed that version of himself to the extreme, and worked hard to make himself even more loathsome.
Fu Qian felt that merely parsing that sentence was enough to evoke a suffocating, crushing weight.
This sanatorium really had no shortage of heavyweights.
Yet when Fu Qian had attacked him, and even later tied him up there, the beast of loathing beneath that false skin had never bared its fangs.
The reason he had not gone further and caused a bloodbath at the time was mainly because it seemed pointless and would constrict his room for later maneuvering. The threat of the Well of Time had not yet been discovered.
Looking back now, he realized that his concern about constricting his later options had indeed been correct—though perhaps to an even more exaggerated extent than he had imagined.
He had only just concluded that the Well of Time might be triggered by touching the "darkness" in people's hearts, or perhaps what could be described as emotional knots.
And according to Black House Lady's account, if Madam Tracy's escort's condition was not an emotional knot, then what was?
It practically qualified as a dead knot.
His act back then had indeed been superb. Even his later fainting had been genuine, as had his anger at being mocked for no longer being virile.
Yet even in those circumstances, he had not revealed his true self. It truly made one understand what it meant to be beyond cure.
Once it flared up, the effects would likely be startling.
What? A person was unconscious, so killing them would have no effect? After all, they would not even have a chance to brainstorm?
Fu Qian felt