"You are a martial cultivator. Martial cultivators kill. Don't forget that. You can use a spear as a walking stick, but that won't change its nature." Eun-woo told him. His words were simple, yet devastating. But they managed to break something within him.
Right. How could he have thought for a second that it would?
"If it's too hard for you, why not think of them as animals? Maybe that'll make killing them a little easier." Ha-joon said, his eyes twinkling with mischief. It was disconcerting. Unnerving even.
Wooyun's face grew even more pallid. There was no way he could do that. The mere suggestion of it left him appalled. Unfortunately, he didn't have the time to mentally prepare himself as a swarm of people cloaked in red robes came rushing in, the air around them filled with killing intent.
"Well, there's no use thinking about it anymore, little master. You better not die."
Eun-woo shot him a hard glare. "He will not die."
