"Brother, you've suffered!"
Lin Mu's eyes grew hot. He had never been a sentimental person. This was partly due to his personality and partly because his experiences over the years had taught him to conceal his emotions. But that did not mean he was incapable of being moved or shedding tears. On the contrary, he valued loyalty and righteousness more than anyone and always held fast to his principles.
Even during his years as an assassin, those he killed were people steeped in evil who deserved to die! After becoming Emperor Zun, revered by all as the Grazing Emperor, he never laid a hand on mortals. Because he never forgot that he, himself, was human.
Today, however, his good brother's plight triggered an intense impulse in Lin Mu for the first time: the desire to slaughter everyone under the heavens. Because he saw that one of Liu Zijian's legs was slightly lame—it was a prosthetic!
