Qian Renxue bit her lip, slightly displeased that Mo Lin had not noticed her reaction, but she said nothing and continued listening.
"Before I learned that I had Yu Clan blood, I once considered whether I should slaughter the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan for my master."
Mo Lin spoke those words with remarkable calm, but after uttering the last few words, his expression visibly relaxed.
"Why?" Qian Renxue was startled by Mo Lin once again. It was not because he had said he wanted to slaughter an entire clan, but because, according to him, he had learned of his Yu Clan bloodline at the age of seven. In other words, he had entertained the thought of slaughtering a clan before he was seven.
Mo Lin clenched his fists.
"Because someone from that clan had, in my opinion, once been the object of my master's wholehearted love. Yet he never showed her equal sincerity. He broke her heart, but still left her unable to forget him."
Qian Renxue knew exactly which two people Mo Lin was talking about. She had not expected him to know so much at such a young age. She merely suddenly wondered whether Bibi Dong's years of neglect toward her had anything to do with what Mo Lin had described. However, Qian Renxue would not ask so directly.
"Why do you think that person didn't give her equal sincerity?"
Mo Lin sneered.
"Hmph! Tell me, if you were a Soul Master whose martial soul had mutated in reverse, and you had struggled for a long time, but then you met someone of the opposite sex with a noble status—someone who showed you the path to your future and selflessly helped you embark on a road where you could succeed, continuing to do so for years—and during