The man stared at him, then let out an abrupt laugh, like he had just heard the funniest joke of his life. "I beg your pardon? Forgive my tone, my lord, but is this the same man who slaughtered five people just because he found their faces annoying?" His voice rose with every word, but he didn't stop there. "The same man who stole a grand cultivation gem, fully aware that its loss would cripple an entire sect?"
Jiren finally turned to face him, still looking as unbothered as ever. "Your tone is forgiven," he said smoothly. "And listen. I did not kill those five people because they looked irritating."
The man leaned in, expectant. "Oh? Then why did you kill them?"
Jiren took another sip of wine, then answered with the air of someone explaining something incredibly obvious. "I killed them because they dared to touch my sword without my permission."
Silence.
The blue-haired man stared at him, his expression blank, as if his brain had simply given up.
