Bei Yun had no one to guide him. At the critical age when his worldview and values were being shaped, he encountered that master, who dealt him the heaviest blow. From that moment on, he became a beast, harboring only hatred—hatred for the divine order, hatred for the world, hatred for everyone.
He wanted to kill.
He wanted to kill all those who displeased him.
Over the past decades, he himself couldn't even remember how many people he had killed.
Qiao Xiaomai's appearance was far too late.
The blood on his hands and the sins he carried could no longer be washed away.
"It's not too late—not late at all," Qiao Xiaomai, seeing his current state and knowing his heart was stirred, quickly said, "As long as you're willing to change, it's never too late."
"Lingsu decided to offer free medical care to the people of Daqi in order to offset the sins you committed before. You can do the same. If you dedicate your remaining life to doing good, you can be forgiven."
