This was Tie Linglong's first injury. She'd been slashed in the side during the melee, but after treatment, it was nothing serious. She was delighted. "A good killer has scars. That's what the Dragon King said."
Divine Doctor Sun packed up his medicine chest and said reproachfully, "The Dragon King's doing you harm. You're a young girl. Why become a killer? Why want scars? If you like them that much, wouldn't it be easier to stab yourself a couple of times?"
"That's not the same." Tie Linglong grinned as she explained, "Getting stabbed by someone else is called experience. Stabbing yourself teaches you nothing."
"Tch. Once a blade hits a vital spot, there's no difference." Divine Doctor Sun carefully patted his little topknot, his expression unusually earnest. "I've spent years in Jade City treating plenty of killers, and I've seen plenty die right in front of me. My martial arts may be mediocre, but I know what I'm looking at. Frankly, you don't qualify as a killer."
Tie Linglong's expression turned cold, and her right hand closed around her sword hilt. "Are you saying I don't dare kill anyone?"
"What's so impressive about killing someone?" Divine Doctor Sun wasn't the least bit afraid. That alone was enough to convince him this young girl wasn't a killer. "When they have to, even children can kill. Killers are different. They don't give a damn about human life. After killing, they feel neither remorse nor pride. And look at you—you're thrilled just because you got a cut."
Tie Linglong released the hilt, drew in a breath, and put on a solemn expression. "Killers are made over time, too. I'm still learning."
Divine Doctor Sun shook his head, unconvinced by her confidence. "No handling blades or practicing martial arts for three days, or your