Xu Wuyi waited for him to continue.
Yan Song was silent for a long time before he slowly said, "When I was young, I served in the Northern Lands border guard for twenty years. I've killed Star Beasts, and I've killed members of the Alien Races. After retiring, I became an Independent Practitioner and took on many extermination missions. I have a lot of blood on my hands."
His eyes seemed distant. "My saber domain was forged in mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Every ounce of killing intent, every trace of bitter cold, is stained with blood. I once believed this was the pinnacle of the saber—to cut down all things, to freeze everything in ice."
"But now…" Yan Song looked down at his hands. "Now, I sometimes wonder, did I train in these Martial Arts just to kill?"
Instead of answering directly, Xu Wuyi asked, "Senior Yan, in all your years living in the Northern Lands, have you ever seen life on the frozen plains?"
"Life?" Yan Song was confused.
