Blood Hand True Lord’s thoughts were unlikely to be hers alone. The perspective of the Immortal Alliance—the high-level cultivators of the human race—would not be much different from hers.
Saying that the blood feasts staged by blood cultivators followed the natural order was going too far, but this viewpoint had certainly played a part in why the Immortal Alliance did not officially treat blood cultivators who held blood feasts the same as demonic beasts. Jaekyung, however, found this logic absurd.
They dressed it up in grand terms, but in the end, wasn’t it just saying, “Since you’ll die someday anyway once time has passed, it doesn’t matter if I kill you first”?
“Similar, but different.”
When Jaekyung asked, phrasing it a little indirectly, Blood Hand True Lord answered in a serious tone.
“The same act can take on an entirely different meaning depending on when and where it is performed. The same applies to a blood feast.”
Jaekyung wanted to ask more, but Blood Hand True Lord fell silent after that. She didn’t seem to be merely putting on an act. Her reluctance to speak further was plainly evident.
“If this So Cheong-hwa is the one who carried out the blood feast, he will undoubtedly be bearing a significant aura of tribulation.”