"You're right. You are indeed more valuable alive than dead."
Yu Mo pondered, nodding gently.
The middle-aged man let out a soft breath, his expression turning arrogant.
The eyes of some of the onlookers grew even more numb.
"But what does your value have to do with me?"
"I only came here to kill."
"Those things you mentioned are for the Ink Pavilion's master to consider."
"Unfortunately, he's in seclusion."
Yu Mo smiled.
The middle-aged man's expression stiffened slightly, his gaze turning cold. "You want to kill me?"
"Even under the Ink Pavilion Criminal Law, my crimes don't warrant death."
"At most, I'd be exiled to Sin City!"
The middle-aged man looked somewhat incredulous. He narrowed his eyes slightly, a trace of viciousness still in them.
"Oh."
Yu Mo nodded gently, opened a backpack beside his wheelchair, and rummaged through it.
Finally, he took out a token.
There was only one word on it...
'Pardon'
"My ancestor left this behind. With this token, killing isn't a crime."
"When you kill, you deserve to die."
"When I kill, I'm innocent."
Smiling, Yu Mo casually tossed the token back into the backpack.
"Does that feel a little unfair?"
"If I had to explain..."
"It's simply that..."
"You haven't earned enough merit."
As his words fell, a faint wisp of energy emanated from Yu Mo.
A hint of murderous intent filled the middle-aged man's eyes.
He stared fixedly at Yu Mo. His aura erupted, a curved saber materialized and merged into his body, and he rose into the air.
No one could tell whether he intended to attack or flee the next second.
"Below the fourth awakening, one merely strengthens the body. In these troubled times, they can be called ants, cannon fodder."
"At the fourth awakening, one can merge their Awakening Object