In the past, when he had been imprisoned in the lightless underground, day and night accompanied only by pain, Jiang Baiyan had developed an uncontrollable addiction to it.

Later, the evil practitioner treated him as a sharp sword, making him gradually accustomed to killing. At some point, slaughter had become an inseparable part of his life.

That was the only ripple in the dead water of his existence.

Jiang Baiyan thought, perhaps that was something he liked.