Lian Cheng said helplessly, "I can't completely cast them aside. Emotional weaknesses are easy enough to abandon, and they're no burden to me. But sometimes, when I look around and see nothing but foreign races, I can't help feeling uncomfortable."
"It was better back when I was in the Flowing Camp. I accepted the Master Clan's favors and climbed higher step by step, all while casting aside my weaknesses. Watching my fellow clansmen fall into desperate straits because they couldn't completely let go of their emotions—that feeling suited me perfectly."
"Why couldn't they be as outstanding as me?"
"When everyone around you is so weak, with such obvious flaws, even trying to help them is difficult. So many times, I've been frustrated by their inability to improve. I've helped some of them, too. It's simple: all you have to do is kill the person you care about most with your own hands."
"Your parents, your lover, your children, your friends, and so on. What good do those people do you? Can they help you survive? Can they help you reach immortality? Can they help you join the Master Clan?"
"They can't. Oh, no, that's not quite right. They can, actually. Their deaths can benefit us. It's simple—one slash, just one. Once you bring the blade down, you'll be free."
"And yet so many people still couldn't bring themselves to do it."
"Even though they came from the Flowing Camp, surrounded by wolves, they still humbly clung to their weaknesses, clung to all the people they considered weaknesses, and struggled to survive among the ruins."
"They took the blade I handed them and used it to stab me?"
"Ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous."
Lian Cheng reminisced in a daze, enthralled by the memory.
Lu Yin could tell that he truly cherished those memories.