"Premeditation? I didn't have any premeditation."
The young leader of the Moon Worship Sect, who was wearing a black brocade robe with golden and rising dragons, looked at Dugu Yu with a smile.
"I'm just taking it one step at a time."
He flicked the knife in his hand, which was as black as midnight.
The knife made a clanging sound, and a faint smoke of Yin color curled out.
"I'm not like you Han people, who always have a reason for everything they do."
"Who wants your reasons? Dead people?"