He was already half-mad, half-delirious. His mind infinitely magnified all the ill will people bore him until he was absolutely certain that every single person in the world loathed him—for he, too, loathed them all in return. No matter who came at him, he was not afraid. It was all the same. It didn’t matter who it was. That was all there was to it. — Mo Dao Zu Shi Vol. 4
















