A Candle Flickering in the Wind

"Oh! Then it can be done!"

"Don't get so worked up. You make it sound like I'm going to kill everyone in the whole city!"

Yin Ming looked calmly at the army of bones charging toward him.

For ignorant skeletons incapable of using witchcraft, Soul Fire could only be passed on through contact. He needed to make as much of a commotion as possible and completely clear out the surrounding skeletal masses.

Then he could find some hidden place to curl up in, wait for dawn, and leave the area covered by White Moon.

"Isn't that exactly it? They'll all die to the Soul Fire you release."

Ember's sparks flickered as it retorted.

Once Soul Fire spread, water could not extinguish it, nor could earth smother it.

With skeletons blanketing the sky and covering the earth as vessels for Soul Fire, the mere thought of such a scene sent chills down one's spine.

"Don't make me sound like some heinous villain. I may not be a good person, but I'm not a bad one either."

So long as his own interests were not involved, Yin Ming found it difficult to hold a grudge against any particular person.

In this struggle for cultivation, mutual slaughter was unavoidable. If you allowed yourself to kill others, you had to allow others to kill you. Emotions were not worth much in the first place.

Ember: "..."

Using arson to give one's allies a grand burial—even in the era of tribal warfare, such conduct would earn someone the title of butcher. And that did not make him a villain?

"I merely turned a cruel, bloody, prolonged frontal war into a relatively interesting game of hide-and-seek. It's just that the price of losing the game is one's life."

Morality was built upon the premise of safeguarding