Kill everyone.
A goal so simple to understand, yet impossible to imagine.
What did he mean by everyone?
Even the most tyrannical kings in history only eradicated enemy armies, or government officials, or perhaps a group of rebels, or men to prevent an uprising.
But what exactly was everyone?
Luo Lan had killed before. She had fought to take another's life, and she had fought to protect her own.
These delicate white hands of hers had already been stained with blood. But the number of lives she had taken could be counted on two hands. Every one of them had been in self-defense. She had never gone out of her way to harm others.
She could not imagine what everyone truly meant.
Nor the weight behind it.
Thud.
"What did you mean?"
The ball slipped from her hands and fell to the ground.
Her fingers trembled, shaken by confusion and something else.
Righteousness. Moral.
