"Li Madman, hahaha, Li Madman—why can't you go mad now?"
"Don't think that dressing like a proper human makes you one. You'll forever be a monster, neither human nor ghost, understand? You'll always be a monster."
"Even if you kill us, you're still just a dog in the Sect Master's hand. A real dog, that's all."
"Exactly. All dressed up like a proper human, and you really think you're qualified to sit at the table and eat? What a ridiculous joke."
In the wilderness, a group of men and women in peculiar attire pointed at Li Xiaoyao and burst into laughter.
Beneath their feet lay a desolate mountain. They stood atop its summit, and all around them stretched utter barrenness.
There was not the slightest trace of life. Only four young men and three women stood there, pointing at Li Xiaoyao and laughing so hard they clutched their stomachs.
Standing in their lofty positions, they mercilessly condemned Li Xiaoyao.
Li Xiaoyao, meanwhile, stood where he was with a calm expression.
If this had happened before, he would surely have been enraged. But now, his state of mind was peaceful, as if he did not take any of it seriously.
"Laugh. Have you laughed enough?"
"Yeah. It was the Li Madman you used to call me who killed you. So what?"
"It was the Li Madman you spoke of—the Li Madman from back then—who killed every last one of you."
"So? A person only has one life. Now you're dead, while I'm alive. You only exist by relying on my mind."
"Even though you're already dead, here, I can make you die again."
"And what about you? All you can do is stand there pitifully and accuse me."
"So, how does that feel?"
Li Xiaoyao spoke word by word, each one