This poem was one Gao Xian had read in his previous life. It spoke of a village left in ruins after the chaos of war, with every man and beast dead. Placed here, it was quite fitting.
Zhi Zhen was exceedingly clever; the moment she heard it, she understood Gao Xian's meaning. She, too, pitied all living beings, but personally stepping into the fray to slaughter billions of Demon Race members—what a terrifying slaughter tribulation she would have to bear.
Even someone as powerful as Gao Xian could easily suffer body and soul annihilation amid such a slaughter tribulation.
She felt he should not do this. At the very least, there was no need to use such a drastic method. Yet faced with Gao Xian's poem, she felt that trying to persuade him further would only make her seem too selfish.
"Fellow Daoist, you know me. I am not the sort of perfect person who lives only for all beings and not for myself."
Seeing the complicated expression on Zhi Zhen's face, Gao Xian knew that his good friend was truly worried about him. He said unhurriedly, "Killing low-ranking demons is also for cultivation, and secondly, for fame. All beings will benefit as well. It is a good thing that kills three birds with one stone."
Zhi Zhen could only let out a deep sigh. Her senior brother was such a strange man—he clearly did good deeds, yet insisted on speaking of them in such calculating terms. But no matter how calculating his motives were, in the end, he was doing it for all living beings beneath heaven.
Otherwise, with her senior brother's talent, why would he need to walk such a crooked path? At that thought, her heart dimmed once more.
"The third heartfire tribulation is about to arrive.