Hearing Ouyang's very impolite question, Hui Zhi said softly, his eyes as still as an ancient well, "Benefactor, you may not understand, but this humble monk did indeed kill himself!"
After saying this, Hui Zhi's face grew even more sorrowful, as though that sorrow was directed at his present self, yet also at the self who had still been alive.
"I understand!" Far from failing to understand Hui Zhi's words, Ouyang wholeheartedly agreed.
Ouyang's attitude left Hui Zhi somewhat taken aback.
From the very first moment Hui Zhi had seen him, this Azure Cloud Sect cultivator had given him a very different impression.
Whether in how he did things or how he handled situations, he was simply far too unpredictable.
Hui Zhi had said he had killed himself, yet not only did the other man think nothing of it, he even looked as though he deeply shared the experience.
What a ghostly encounter!
Oh, no, that wasn't right. Who here wasn't a ghost?
Hui Zhi had not noticed either that, ever since meeting Ouyang, his deathly still heart had actually begun to stir again.
Seeing Hui Zhi's astonished expression, Ouyang instead looked rather pleased with himself.
Ha, as if that was anything new!
Who hadn't killed themselves these days?
Just a few days ago, I even stabbed myself to death with a sword in a dream!
Killing yourself was nothing more than a Heart-Questioning Scheme, cutting down your own heart demon so that you could bid farewell to your former self.
"Old Hui, you've had it rough. Don't take this whole killing-yourself business too much to heart. Look, even as you trudge forward under your burdens, you can't stop someone else from enjoying peaceful days in your place!" Ouyang patted Hui Zhi's shoulder and offered earnest consolation.
"Is that any