After Su Qing invited him, Meng Qingshan didn't refuse.
Although Su Qing had always acted weak and pitiful in front of Meng Qingshan, she was two different people in public and in private.
Still, Meng Qingshan didn't dislike the woman before him. On the contrary, he admired her.
Su Qing's Martial Arts might not be impressive, but she was decisive, fierce, and ruthless.
That was something even Meng Qingshan himself sometimes couldn't manage.
Lately, Meng Qingshan had been confronting his own shortcomings.
He knew that his greatest weakness might well be his soft heart.
So, along the way, he had come up with a method.
He treated the targets he intended to kill as nonliving things, regarding them merely as virtual characters in a game.
Whatever those virtual characters said or did, he treated as part of the game's plot.
In a game world, almost no player felt guilty about killing virtual characters.
In fact, most players didn't even care about the game's story.
They focused more on what they gained after a battle. When they received a rich reward of cultivation, they felt exhilarated and delighted. Did the lives of those virtual characters matter to players?
Of course they didn't. Once he had adjusted his mindset, Meng Qingshan even felt that the blade in his hand had grown sharper.
The two left the inn together and blended into the lively streets of Dragon Talisman City.
The streets were bustling with people, and the cries of vendors rang out one after another.
Su Qing seemed fascinated by everything. She often stopped to examine the roadside stalls and occasionally exchanged a few words with the vendors.
Meng Qingshan followed silently behind her, watching her performance with interest.
As they walked, Su Qing suddenly stopped, her gaze settling on a richly decorated