Xu Yin propped one hand on the table, lightly brushing away the ethereal smoke with the other: "If we don't kill them, I am left with only one last option."
"Which option?"
Xu Yin's lips curled with a sharpness like a blade: "Abandon the formation."
Lian Rong's gaze flickered: "How can that be?"
Meeting Xu Yin's gaze, he hurriedly added, "Master bears a deep blood feud, enduring humiliation to infiltrate the Great Zhou court. Over the years, he has gritted his teeth through many dangers. Now, we're just one step away from success, and if we abandon the formation, wouldn't it all be in vain?
"That would greatly betray master's years of toil!"
"Why are you panicking?" Xu Yin looked at him, "You're just one of my servants. Whether to waste previous efforts is my decision. Why are you so agitated?"
Lian Rong lowered his eyes: "I am not agitated. Since I came to master seven years ago, I have seen with my own eyes how master planned step by step. I feel for master's hard work."
