Listening to Bei Lingyin's admonishment, Qing Yueqiu finally fell silent.
A moment later, she looked up again, her scarlet eyes filled with determination.
"I'm sorry, Sister Lingyin. I was being too naive before. I underestimated death and slaughter... but now, I'm ready."
Bei Lingyin met Qing Yueqiu's gaze. She could see the resolve in the young woman's eyes and understood that she had finally begun to awaken the nature of the Rakshasa Race within her!
A new Rakshasa warrior was about to be born.
"Yueqiu, let me ask you one more time. What do you want to do tonight?"
"I want to kill. I want to unleash myself through unrestrained slaughter... to vent all my pent-up frustration."
As she said this, Qing Yueqiu clenched her fists. She felt a buzzing in her ears—the sound of her own blood rushing.
If there had been a mirror, Qing Yueqiu would have clearly seen the look of anticipation and madness on her own face.
