I remember this spirit beast was supposed to be a wolf, right? Why did something feel off?

"Emmm..."

Looking at Little Qing Yi, covered in dried bloodstains, Fang Mo could not help sinking into thought.

He had more or less anticipated it, but hearing Little Qing Yi say these words herself still made it hard for him to keep it together.

"Master?"

Perhaps noticing the complicated expression on Fang Mo's face, Little Qing Yi called out in confusion, "What is it?"

"Oh, nothing."

Fang Mo came back to his senses and stroked his chin. "The path of killing is good, very good. If you persevere on the path of Proving the Dao through Killing, perhaps you can even recite some poetry..."

"Poetry?"

Mint turned to glance at him. "What poetry?"

"Do not kill, and hatred shall never cease. Do not kill, and how are the strong and weak any different from me? Do not kill, and all sentient beings are sins. Do not kill, and dreams and illusions are empty. Do not kill, and sorrow and fear rise and fall without constancy. Do not kill, and youth lasts but an instant. Do not kill, and suffering finds no release. Do not kill, and all actions hold no joy in life..."

Fang Mo blurted it out without even thinking.

"?"

A trace of bewilderment slowly appeared on Mint's cool face.

"What, you don't understand?"

Noticing her expression, Fang Mo immediately continued, "Then I'll recite another poem for you. Soulbound dreams stir winds and clouds, round stars and square earth, the Three Realms..."

"Enough, don't say any more."

Before Fang Mo could finish, Mint interrupted him. "I am a cultivator of Ruthless Valley. In this life, I am destined to prove the Dao only through ruthlessness. Do not recite these poems and songs of the killing path to me again."

"Oh, all right."

Fang Mo did not force the