Watching the sun rise from between the mountains, Mo Lin took a deep breath of the morning air and said:
"Mm~, not bad. Clear skies for miles, the rising sun—truly perfect weather for killing."
"Not to mention, but those two phrases you just blurted out seem to have absolutely nothing to do with 'killing,' do they?" Hearing Mo Lin's disjointed remark, Mo Ning could not help but make a snide comment.
Mo Lin placed a hand on Mo Ning's shoulder, a smile that seemingly did "not" carry "even the slightest killing intent" appearing on his face:
"Big Brother, remember this: 'On a dark and windy night, it's the perfect time for murder and arson' only applies to massacres and pursuits without any moral justification. We're avenging our family—our blood relatives. It's only natural and righteous. Isn't broad daylight the most fitting time for it?"
Mo Lin's words sounded lofty and righteous, while his expression and hand movements appeared to outsiders to "express nothing but deep brotherly affection." Yet Mo Ning, standing beside him, was terrified, sweat streaming down his body without pause.
As the saying went, one would rather suffer than lose face. Other than being black-hearted to the core, Mo Ning's most notable trait was maintaining the dignity of an "elder brother" at all times. Even though his undershirt was already soaked through with sweat, he still retained the bearing and temperament of a "big brother."
"After all this time, this is the first time I've seen you fail to completely rein in your killing intent. Be careful—don't go too far when the time comes."
Seeing Mo Ning's solemn and proper demeanor, Mo Lin nearly laughed for real. The Ice (Water) Dragon King's left arm had completely fused with Mo Lin; how could he possibly fail to notice that