If a soul is confused enough at death to not know it's been suffering, is that peace? He doesn't know, and with none of his so-called demonic cultivation on hand at present, he couldn't say.

The question is one that stirs a flicker of unease in the pit of his stomach, but his smile doesn't waver. The ways of his learning had been desperate measures, accelerated because he'd been a cultivator, but not reliant on those things. "One can be taught," he says, "Though the only safe ways take time. Not getting overwhelmed by those energies is important."

Lest they all get away and cause damages not intended, or turn back on their wielder.