Swish!!
A flash of cold light, a head flew up, and with a "splash" it fell into the puddle, blood trickling from the severed neck.
Yet those eyes still stared, with five parts devotion, five parts frenzy, but not a trace of fear.
"These believers of the Incense Worship Sect are, in fact, innocent commoners...
If they were detained, perhaps they could be restored, and then live normal lives again..."
Yan Mu sighed, then laughed self-deprecatingly, because... even though he felt this way, he could not truly follow his own wishes.
He spoke of restoration, yet also served as the executioner who killed them.
Li Yuan knew this nephew of his inherited from his aunt, with a heart filled with compassion, so he reminded him: "Mr. Yan, during a great battle, do not hesitate."
Yan Mu sighed lightly, "They don't actually want to harm people; they're just driven by this evil force.
