"Ah, ah." Chu Shangli laughed bitterly: "Could it be that your trust is based on eliminating all suspicion?"
"In general, it's not necessary. However, if there's even the slightest suspicion, I'll do my best to nip it in the bud—whether that means completely eliminating the suspicion or completely eliminating the person causing the suspicion. In short, I must always maintain a clear mind, so that I can maintain my resolve when wielding the sword—"
"Inner purity?" Chu Shangli rested his chin on his hand. "I don't know whose theory this is. According to my understanding, although I don't object to it, I personally hate this statement -"
"Hate?"
"Yeah." Chu Shangli nodded.
"I do not understand……"
"It's hard for people to always maintain a clear and unwavering mind—no, it's better to say that for an ordinary person, the moments when they can't calm down are much more overwhelming. If you can only swing your sword when you're confused, it means you can't swing it in most situations—people may not be able to control their own destiny, and swords don't have eyes, but people have eyes and can control swords. In other words, at least the strength to hold the sword, the timing of swinging it, and the world in the palm of your hand, you still have the ability to change." Chu Shangli took out a bag of biscuits from his pocket—
She felt it was a waste, so she put all the biscuits into the small cloth bag she carried with her.
She chewed the chocolate-covered cookies gently, making a "crunch" sound.
"When you're hungry, you want to wield a weapon to relieve the feeling of hunger; when you're happy about something, you want to wield a weapon; and—when you hate someone, you want to wield a weapon. In this way, you'll feel that the sword is for your own use, rather than being controlled by someone else—"
Gong Yi Tianhe subconsciously touched his waist, but at this moment he suddenly realized that he had already handed [Hantian] to Chu Shangli.
Chu Shangli placed the sword on his knees casually.
If it were the old Gong Yi Tian He, he would definitely think that Chu Shangli's attitude was disrespectful to the sword.
However, he now felt that the scene of Chu Shangli casually placing the sword on his knees was quite pleasing to the eye - it was very much like the painting of a beauty he had seen in the library when he was a child.
"It seems that you are quite accomplished in kendo."
"To be precise..." Chu Shangli chewed his biscuits with a "crunch, crunch" sound. "I'm not an expert in swordsmanship, but I'm more skilled in assassination. I've used almost every assassination method recorded in the empire's books, and I've also systematically studied the advantages and disadvantages of each assassination technique. If you asked me to explain assassination techniques to you, I might not be able to finish in three days and three nights..."
"So, you were a killer before?" Gong Yi Tianhe smiled faintly, "In other words... were you under the jurisdiction of the Chu family?"
"Huh?"
"Judging from your reaction, you don't seem to know anything? You claim to be very accomplished in assassination, but you don't even know about the existence of a famous underground organization?"
"I've just... been trained. But I'm not a formal killer with a title—" Chu Shangli's eyes rolled around, and he whispered, "Ah, I see. No wonder Master kept silent about this. It turns out it's related to the Chu family..."
"Master?" Gong Yi Tianhe repeated softly.
"Yes! Master——"
In fact, Chu Shangli doesn’t have any master. If we have to talk about one, then the only one we can count is his top enemy Chu Moyin.
Anyway, Gong Yi Tianhe would not easily doubt others. Even if he doubted her, his words could not be completely considered as lies.
She hesitated for only a second before smiling. "I've been with this person for most of my life, always wearing a half-bronze mask and with a deep scar on her left arm. I suspect she has a dark past, but she rarely speaks of it... I only know she belonged to a very powerful organization in the Empire. She never told me anything more, saying it wasn't something I should know. All she could teach me was the art of assassination—she taught me everything she had learned her entire life, but she never intended for me to become a killer. After she was stabbed to death, I came here to study."
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