You sheathed your weapon, breathless as you looked back at the empty space in front of you. You had just finished clearing out a hilichurl camp when you noticed that there was something different about the monsters you had killed; they radiated a strange aura that you could only recognise as karmic debt. It was an eerie feeling, leaving goosebumps to run up your arms, and an unsettling feeling pooling in your stomach. The sound of grass rustling came from behind you. You looked over your shoulder and saw Xiao standing by there, his spear gripped tightly in his hand. You met his golden gaze. His eyebrows arched, scanning your figure. “Karmic debt,” he muttered. “Was it these hilichurls?”