After Baiheng died, Yingxing lost his emotional anchor and became little more than an empty shell.
It was Jingliu who awakened the hatred in his heart-hatred for himself, and hatred for Dan Feng.
The Artisan returned from death, but his hands had lost their dexterity.
He could no longer forge a single mighty weapon.
So he turned himself into a weapon instead.
An artisan understood blades better than anyone. Even as a blade tore its enemies apart, it wore itself down.
That was where the name Blade came from.
After learning about this past, Chu Mu could not help sighing with regret.
"No wonder he fights as though he's deliberately burning through his own life force. He stopped seeing himself as a living person long ago. He sees himself as a cold weapon instead, so he has no compassion for himself."
And seeing himself as a weapon was already the outcome of Jingliu's intervention. Otherwise, Blade would never have existed at all.
It was Jingliu who gave Blade the motivation to keep going!
But to Chu Mu, that was far too narrow a purpose.
Whether he was pursuing death or hunting down Dan Heng, Blade remained trapped in the past.
At that thought, Chu Mu said softly,
"If Baiheng were still here, she certainly wouldn't want them to be like this."
"Of course. Baiheng would never have wanted her old friends to turn their blades on one another because of her death." Kafka could not help sighing. "Within the High-Cloud Quintet, Baiheng was the bond that held them together. Only a well-connected Foxian like her could bring such different people together. That was why nothing went wrong while Baiheng was around. But once she died, they all fell apart."
After a pause, Kafka continued,
"If they had simply drifted apart,