Qian Huan was very satisfied with Feng Mu's knowledge and tact. A knife that understands the "master's" words is a good knife.
Little did he know, the "right path" understood by Feng Mu wasn't the same road that Qian Huan envisioned.
After all, in the eyes of a knife, weakness is the original sin. If the "master" no longer wants to stain themselves with blood, they are straying from the path.
As a knife, he is obliged to set things right, helping the master realize their self-worth better, faster, and stronger.
There's nothing he can do about it; Feng Mu has a strong sense of moral duty. Not only is he a good knife, but also an idealistic one, capable of making the "master" better alongside him.
Feng Mu's smile was gentle, his gaze subtly sweeping over the explosion-proof glass with the watermark of the words "explosion-proof". He subtly glanced at Shi Wuming with his peripheral vision, gradually forming a plan to kill two birds with one stone.
