Shang Xiulin faced with calm and steadfast composure, "If you want to kill, then kill. On this planet, perhaps no one can stop the Military Minister from doing what he wants."
"But I cannot kill you," Shen Wuxiang said with a helpless look, "You are the Imperial Scholar, a leading figure in academia, with disciples as numerous as cow hair scattered across the sky."
"If I killed you, would they be happy? They cannot change the general trend, but they could curse me."
"Curse me to my face, curse me behind my back. Write articles cursing me, make films cursing me...either straightforward or insinuating."
"Dense and overwhelming. With many people cursing for a long time, outsiders might truly believe Shen Wuxiang to be bloodthirsty and indiscriminate in killing."
"This would harm my reputation and be detrimental to the Shen Family's overall situation."
