Let Me See How Much You’ve Improved

Mingshi Yin did not have Duanmu Sheng's boldness and rashness so he seemed weak and timid in many battles. However, this did not mean he was really afraid of the enemy. Nevertheless, he was slightly frightened when he saw what he had done to Xi Qishu. Under the moonlight, Xi Qishu's corpse looked even more ghastly.

Mingshi Yin did not know how to feel at this moment. He had killed many people, from high-ranking officials and dignitaries to peddlers at the roadside. However, none of them made him feel nervous like Xi Qishu did. It was not because Xi Qishu was strong nor was it because he was afraid of Xi Qishu. It was because of an inexplicable feeling that was a mix of anger, hatred, sorrow, and joy.

After sitting for a long time in a daze, Mingshi Yin finally returned to his senses. He inhaled deeply and wiped the blood off his face as he cursed, "What a filthy man!"