Watching Lin Xing repeatedly cut open his own flesh, Little Lin Xing exclaimed, "You're absolutely sick, definitely!"
Xingxiao's Illusion also watched with a slight furrow in its brow, "Although it's for cultivation, to become stronger... to cut oneself so indifferently for nearly twenty months, it's clearly impossible to say there are no mental issues."
"Brother Lin, are you alright? Are you sure you want to continue?"
Lin Xing lifted his head, looked at Little Lin Xing and Xingxiao's Illusion, and said with a puzzled face, "I don't feel there's any problem."
He looked at his hands and feet, "On the contrary, I feel quite good now."
"I have never understood the human body, the flesh, and myself as much as I do now..."
After pondering for a moment, Xingxiao's Illusion said, "Now that you find it so normal to cut yourself, perhaps in the future, cutting others too..."
