After listening to Antuen finish, Li slowly said, "Thank you for telling me. I need another favor from you. I need someone who can teach me how to kill."
Li spoke slowly, paying no attention to the fact that Antuen's expression had already frozen.
"You said... someone to teach you how to kill?" Antuen said slowly, as though he wanted to chew Li to pieces.
"Because I suddenly realized something. Perhaps because it has been too long since I last killed anyone, I've forgotten how to do it. Or perhaps because I've been too weak, some people who don't know their place have started trying to step on my head."
Hearing Li say this so calmly, Antuen opened his mouth but had no idea what to say. Was he supposed to lecture Li about how fighting was bad? Or tell him that murder was against the law?
For a moment, Antuen realized that he had no reason at all to stop Li from learning how to kill.
Wu had attacked Li the moment he arrived at the temple. Many people knew about it, and Antuen naturally knew as well. But he had not expected Li to already be preparing to retaliate. Though he had no idea what Li intended to do, Antuen still sighed softly. "All right..."
Hearing Li say that, Antuen took a deep breath. In truth, Li's reasoning was rather far-fetched, but for a youth bent on revenge, it also felt very real. Antuen could entirely interpret the first half of Li's words as a threat. "I know someone. His name is Basang Sabahe. People call him Black Blade, or the Mountain Hermit."
Li froze upon hearing this. He had heard of Basang Sabahe before—the legendary, peerless assassin. He had encountered that name while studying the history of