The feeling of anger.
Yuanwu remembered having felt this way before. In the evolution zone, when those experiment subjects left one by one, he too once felt unwillingness and humiliation.
He wanted to protect them but, in the end, he was powerless. He wanted to grasp something, yet nothing remained in his hands.
In his memory, there seemed to be a very important person who had left him over and over again, but for some reason, there were so many farewells.
"My name is Xi He, I am your master."
"Do you like that girl? Do you want to protect her? Fine, I allow you to protect her, but just liking her is not enough. If she dies one day, whether it has anything to do with you, the responsibility will be yours. You must be prepared for this to truly protect someone. Can you do it?"
Countless Iron-Cutting Beasts left deep claw marks on Yuanwu's body.