Cold sweat gradually beaded on Zhang Xun's forehead.
He could not wipe it away.
Yet he could feel with perfect clarity the hairs on the back of his neck sagging under an unbearable weight, unable to withstand the cool wind outside.
The music of pipes and strings, the laughter from beyond the courtyard—all of it had become very distant. So distant it seemed like something from a previous lifetime.
The slick, nauseating sensation left in his palm by the dancer's lick had only grown more intense.
His dead younger brother's naked body was ugly, while the beauty pressed against him was all exquisite curves. A thin quilt covered their corpses, dressing up their dignity at such an undignified moment.
A conflict and contradiction, born from within and without, showed itself in every aspect, in every detail.
Even the Spirit Domain he kept close around himself was beginning to scatter, like a guttering candle in the wind.
From the moment he had stepped into this room, his connection to the world had grown distant. Every sensation had become complicated.
Life-less Cult Ancestor Zhang Linchuan sat there, still bristling with indignation. "I know your Dan Kingdom is in bad shape now and needs to think of some solutions. Desperate illness drives one to seek any doctor—that's nothing unusual. But if you want to come up with schemes, then come up with schemes. If you want to do evil, then do evil... at least find some other excuse."
"Don't pin every bad deed on the Life-less Cult... Damn it, is the Life-less Cult a chamber pot for you righteous gentlemen to piss in?"
"I may be a bit wicked, but I'm very particular about what I eat. If it isn't clean, I won't eat it. Eating people is what beasts do—how dare you