Long Xiao Sheng could barely recognize himself. The fact that he had killed so many people was a heavy burden for his soul to handle. He felt that even if this was war, he had done something truly evil and beyond forgiveness. He looked down at his hands and the sword in his hands. The sword was nothing special, but the blood that covered it reminded him of what he had just participated in. No one forced him to participate. He had been ordered by Kai Syaoran, but the decision to raise his sword and cut down every living thing in his path was one that he made before he even understood the consequences.
