After a moment of stunned silence, Shinichi Kudo said with a hint of melancholy, "It feels like I haven't really had any fun since that happened."
Zheng Fan sat there quietly. A breeze blew past, dropping a blade of grass onto his head. Then a little bird swooped straight toward him in search of food. This unremarkable scene showed that Zheng Fan had entered a state of oneness with heaven and earth. To the bird, what stood before it was a tree, a flower, a patch of grass-the safest place there was.
Then the Night Dawn Sword blossomed into a flourish of blades, shredding the little bird completely and reducing even its flesh and blood to ashes.
People often asked what distinguished humans from animals. Naturally, the answers varied wildly. Yet beneath them all, certain fundamental points could still be found.
To cultivators, this question came down to the spiritual nature of all things. The Human Race and the Demon Tribe could cultivate, while animals could not.
Buzhou's elders disagreed with such a crude distinction. Yet Buzhou's own distinction was even simpler. Humans possessed spiritual awareness and could open their eyes to see the world, while animals could only rely on their senses. Just as in this case, had a human been present, even if their senses told them there was no danger, they still would not have rushed out to cause trouble. They would not have thrown their life away like this little bird.
Of course, Buzhou's profound foundations came from a perspective that looked down upon all the heavens and worlds, allowing its people to easily distinguish everything in existence. Cultivators from some obscure little place would struggle even to identify creatures of flesh and blood. Faced with something like an elemental life-form, they might well make the