"But how are we supposed to do that?"
The killing intent and madness in Moyochi En's eyes gradually faded, replaced by conflict and confusion.
"Are you saying you'll help me kill the clan chief?"
Guy merely shook his head. "No. Killing him would be easy, but it would only treat the symptoms, not the cause."
Moyochi En froze. "Not kill him? Then..."
Guy looked at him and analyzed the situation calmly.
"If we kill the Blood Pool Clan chief, will the Blood Pool clansmen truly be able to leave with you without reservations?"
"Can you really convince every member of the clan?"
"The Blood Pool Clan's internal problems do not stem from any one person, but from rules and mindsets that have endured for far too long."
Moyochi En fell silent.
Just moments ago, rage had clouded his mind, and all he could think about was revenge and taking his wife and daughter away.
Guy's words forced him to calm down and consider the deeper issues.
The twisted beliefs and rigid hierarchy within the Blood Pool Clan could not be changed overnight simply by killing one clan chief.
"Tell me the Blood Pool Clan's story. Let me help you analyze it."
Guy's gaze swept across the dilapidated stone house, then the deathly silent village outside, shrouded in red mist.
Moyochi En hesitated for a moment before slowly nodding.
Although it was his first time meeting Guy, the man had saved Xingyi's life, and Moyochi En could not help but feel a sense of trust toward him.
He began recounting the story, his voice low and repressed.
He spoke of the difficult life he had endured in Hell Valley as a child.
Then of the clan's harsh rules and its pathological obsession with "pure bloodlines."
Then of how he had been