An Jin's face suddenly filled with a smile, "But to kill him, how is that more satisfying than to ruin him? Only by ruining him can I relieve one ten thousandth of the hatred in my heart."
An Jin was also considered a scion of a noble family, and for him, the current outcome was even worse than if he had died along with his family. He cared not only about his own dignity, he also carried upon his shoulders the hopes of the entire Duan family.
Fallen into such a dire situation today, the Duan family had not only seen all its hopes crumble, but even faced the prospect of having no descendants to continue the line. Could the fury of such a situation be alleviated simply by killing his enemy with his own hands?
