Ning Ke had not gone far before his strength gave out, and he slid down against a tree to sit on the ground.
Xiao Yuan asked worriedly, [Host, aren't you going to treat your wounds?]
"These little injuries are nothing."
Perhaps it was because he had already died once.
Ning Ke's tolerance for pain had grown considerably.
But the pain in his heart...
Nothing could ease it.
He opened his right hand. The sword wound corroded by demonic energy was clearly visible in his palm.
This was the hand he had just used to break Lou Yunxiao's bones.
It was also the hand he had used to crush the bear demon and burn those villagers to death.
He closed his eyes and leaned against the tree trunk.
The villagers' desperate cries still seemed to echo in Ning Ke's ears.
Lou Yunxiao's hate-filled eyes surfaced in his mind.
The false figures conjured by the illusion questioned him again and again.
They asked whether he had a heart at all.
Ning Ke had once thought he could handle a situation like this.
But when he truly faced a Lou Yunxiao who wanted nothing more than to kill him, he could not calm his emotions.
And yet...
They had been so close as fellow disciples.
Now, with their identities changed, they had become enemies...
But he also knew this was his mission.
It was the price of his decision to become a liar.
"I deserve it..." He sighed, raised his hand, and cauterized the wound on his shoulder with foxfire to stop the bleeding. With a self-mocking smile, he said, "I really do deserve this."
For the first time, Xiao Yuan saw Ning Ke wear a smile uglier than tears and could not help asking, [Host, are you sad?]
"Sad? I wouldn't be