"Xisheng!"
Tie Xiaosheng looked at Chu Xisheng, his expression a complex mixture of emotions.
There was relief, joy, but also helplessness and guilt.
After landing, he let out a bitter laugh and said, "I had sent the Qiankun Flying Sword to you not long ago, hoping you would hold back your anger for a while. You, on the other hand, why are you so impulsive?"
Chu Xisheng shook his head, unconcerned, "If I were to swallow this grievance, many brothers of the Iron Banner Gang would be scattered and even lose their lives to enemies. How could I bear that? Governor Sikong Chan is ruthless and vicious; if we yield now, we are essentially handing the knife handle to others, dooming ourselves to be slaughtered on the chopping block."
