The child hesitated, seemingly unsure what to think. His gaze shifted between hostility and conflict.
"Are you not going to kill me?" he asked abruptly.
"Why would I kill you?" I found a large rock and sat down. "I didn't come here to kill anyone."
Liu Che had realized long ago that killing wasn't going to work.
If killing the Ghost King could bring my family and friends back to life—or if killing the people in this world could bring them back—I would have acted without hesitation.
But the reality was that no matter how many souls I erased, I couldn't get my parents back.
Liu Che had probably been thinking about the bigger picture back then. Once he realized this method wouldn't work, he chose to find another way.
But that change of course threw the entire tug-of-war off track. My appearance was both inevitable and accidental. By the time it was Ye Qing's turn, Liu Che's plan had long since been changed. Ye Qing might not have known what Liu Che had gone through, or even what his full plan was. But he naturally built a new plan on top of it. I probably played a part in that, too. He had seen what I could do, after all, and made the connection, coming up with the first outline of this plan.
I didn't need to kill the Ghost King.
Still, the Ghost King and this world saw me as an enemy, so I had to be careful. Striking first was unavoidable.
I didn't need to explain all this to the child in front of me.
He wouldn't think about it that much anyway.
His little face scrunched up. "Aren't you on that monster's side? Or... is your world like ours, too? You're a Celestial Master, and the