C1809 We Traded Our Lives for Each Other

Blood flowed from the dagger as Zhan Mu's eyes, filled with rage, locked onto Wangyuv, who sat helplessly in the mahogany chair. With a sudden growl, he shouted, "You hurt Yijing, and I wish I could tear you apart! Where's this guilt coming from?"

Wangyuv was momentarily dazed, "In matters of Zen, winning or losing should bear no resentment."

"Yijing's lack of resentment is his affair