Oscillating between tranquility and slaughter, sinking into transformation in the process.
At times, her sword was sharp and revealing with a touch of demonic energy; at other times, it was as calm and vast as the sea and sky, this tranquility constantly changing, where Sui Yi stood without moving.
Killing one is killing, killing thousands is also killing.
Is there a difference?
Sui Yi remained silent, the slaughter continued.
Until... clang, clang, clang!
The distant mountaintop bell tower rang the midday bronze bell.
The sound was vast and peaceful.
Sui Yi's eyes twinkled suddenly and stilled.
You can kill, but not wantonly.
Heaven and earth are indifferent, treating all things as straw dogs, yet all things should not be killed as straw dogs.
Even the divine does not have this right, let alone her.
Perhaps, that person has it.
Sui Yi suddenly remembered her second persona, which seemed to possess such a right.
