Qingyi never felt pity for his enemies, nor did he hesitate to kill them.
Men, women, ugly or beautiful. If he had no particular interest in them, death was the only path for them.
Yet there he was, staring at the face of that demonic spawn. A being that should have been made of nothing but evil.
Even her appearance, covered in blood and guts, was that of a complete demon. A creature of darkness.
But Qingyi saw no evil in her. Only curiosity, purity, and now, pain. Pain that he had caused her.
He did not regret causing this pain. He knew it was necessary to kill her to save the fox people.
But in the end, it was difficult to avoid the tightness of pain in his chest.
"Hm... Wuming..." The demonic spawn spoke weakly.
"Wúmíng? Doesn't that mean 'nameless'?" Qingyi turned his face, kneeling beside the demon cub.
"Hm... does it?" A bitter smile took over her face, tears continuing to fall down her cheeks.
She could feel the cold, the pain.
It was finally ending.
