Chu Ge sneered, "Though not anything cold-blooded, the analogy is quite apt. Think about it, how many people who can sit in the position of a Dragon Group elder have poor mental resilience? Moreover, after cultivating martial arts for so many years, how could their hands be free of blood?"
Lin Dong fell silent, looking down at his own hands. He once yearned for a life of swift justice and adventure, longing for the martial arts tales he saw in TV dramas.
However, he never thought of staining his own hands with blood. In his eyes, every life was worthy of respect.
Jian Chunqiu raised his hand and slapped Lin Dong's forehead, "Alright! Stop dwelling on yourself. Your hands are still clean now. After you truly encounter something, you'll understand that often, our hands get stained with blood because we have no choice."
"More often, it's to protect ourselves. People are naturally selfish."
Chu Ge suddenly said this softly.
