Tian Xin sat cross-legged in his courtyard with closed eyes, quietly contemplating. He had been waiting many years for this moment, and the closer he came to achieving it, the less he desired killing. 

What he required instead was inner stillness, and for that reason, he rarely acted in recent years and had taken even fewer lives.

No one would have guessed that a man on the verge of perfecting the Slaughter Intent was a man focused on cultivating the heart instead of killing. 

Suddenly, a voice came from the entrance of the courtyard. "Tian Xin, how can you still sit so calmly at a time like this?"

A black-robed martial artist walked inside. However, Tian Xin did not respond. The visitor drew a slow breath and suppressed the agitation in his chest. "Tian Xin, did you know...