The Transformation and Realization

In the northeastern Youzhou, at night:

Spring had just arrived. However, Youzhou, which was located in the north, was still extremely cold. Both sides of the official road were lined with high mounds of snow.

A bloody massacre was happening on the official road.

"Brothers! Kill! Kill them all! For the wine, meat, and ladies!"

The group of bandits looked menacing as they attacked the small group of merchants in a frenzied manner. The group of merchants fought back as well. Instantly, blood splashed and stained the ground. Teng Qingshan, wearing his typical white cloak, stood upon a barren hillock and watched everything happening down below.

It was the second Spring he had experienced since he left the Great Yan Mountain.

"Looting and killing?" Teng Qingshan watched the bandits kill the men and women part of the caravan. As he watched, he didn't feel a single thing.

"Why?"