Another three months passed in the blink of an eye. Li's life here was not particularly difficult. Every day, he traveled back and forth between the temple and the tavern, and little by little, he began to recall his past as a ninja.
Of course, it was only an instant, yet Li felt that even his breathing had become somewhat different. What Li did not know was that everyone who looked at him now felt that he had changed. He was no longer that ignorant youth. His eyes carried a faint bloodshot hue, and he resembled a wounded lone wolf.
Li gradually began to come into contact with matters related to Holy Marks. At the same time, he started incorporating the killing intent on his body into his magical studies. This did not bring only negative effects. In fact, the power of a Fireball enhanced by killing intent increased by a full thirty percent.
Naturally, the negative effects were considerable as well. For example, Li now felt increasingly irritable, and restlessness often plagued him.
Many assassins trained in killing were taught that they had to discard their killing intent so that their opponents could not detect them. Yet the Mountain Old Man—or rather, Old Jack—said exactly the opposite: using terrifying killing intent to make an opponent suffocate was the highest-level solution.
Li found this rather speechless. However, once the irritation within him accumulated to a certain degree, it was bound to erupt. And Li truly did erupt, though in a rather unusual way. After failing no fewer than three times while drawing a magic array because of the resentment in his heart, Li directly took out a piece of parchment.
Though this parchment was merely ordinary lambskin, it had already been treated and could be used as a carrier for