"But, Fifth Brother, I had no choice!"
Qian Zhenhao's head snapped up.
"The Peak Master of Hundred Ghosts Peak said I have good talent and an excellent disposition.
As long as I was willing to kill the person closest to me and offer their blood as a sacrifice, I could cultivate the Hundred Ghosts Technique and become his disciple!
I don't want to be a mere Outer Disciple for the rest of my life! I want to prove I'm not worse than anyone else!
I want to earn all sorts of Heavenly and Earthly Treasures!
I don't want to live that poor, miserable life anymore!
I want to make everyone bow at my feet! I want to climb to the very top, step by step!"
The more he spoke, the louder Qian Zhenhao's voice became, his breathing growing heavier, as if he had descended into a state of madness:
"Fifth Brother, I know you have a kind heart. Ever since we were kids, you've been kinder than any of the other four of us.
But Fifth Brother!
What's the use of kindness in the Western Regions?
