Shen Yue slightly furrowed his brow.
The wild fire can't consume all; with the spring breeze, it grows anew.
Someone like Geng Nanzhong, a petty man who harms the country and himself, is like the undying wild grass. Loyal ministers die for it, people suffer because of it, yet he boasts as if he's crucially important.
This is also a manifestation of the ego, concealed within deep obsession.
Shen Yue certainly wouldn't get angry at such people. Looking coldly at Geng Nanzhong, he said in a low voice, "In front of me, scheming is useless. Your many machinations will only harm others and yourself; they won't affect me at all."
Geng Nanzhong was taken aback and was about to argue when he heard Shen Yue say, "You can shut up now. If you don't want to, I don't mind cutting out your tongue to silence you."
Geng Nanzhong was startled, glanced at the broken sword pieces on the ground, and finally remained silent.
