Days of Passion with a High Monk

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"You knew, you knew she was afraid of pain, and you still hit her. Tell me which hand you used to hit her with. If you don't, I'll take both."

The man held a cleaver in his hand. He took off his kasaya, revealing a body built of corded muscle. His body was covered in scars, reminders of his past.

Others only saw a great and virtuous monk, forgetting that he had once been the jade-faced Devil of the Battlefield.

The kasaya fell to the ground, and black gauze covered his eyes.

He had once sworn never to kill with his eyes open.

"A Zhao, climb on my back. Big Brother will take you home."

Theme: Seek common ground while respecting differences.