"I know you're watching!" Zhao Ya suddenly said.
The only response to him was the sound of dense rain.
Zhao Ya's tone was calm as water, and he continued, "I once read a book which said that silence is the greatest contempt. At the time, I didn't quite understand what it meant, but now I do!"
"So many of us have gathered here for a common goal. Some have even sacrificed their precious lives just to stop you."
"Yet from beginning to end, you haven't even shown your face, not even bothering to say a word. It shows that in your eyes, all our efforts are worthless, even a joke."
The Black Ship beneath their feet rumbled, and the enormous smokestack at the stern spewed out increasingly intense red light. The rain evaporated into steam before it could even land, then spread out.
This hazy mist floated above the deck, making Zhao Ya's voice sound ethereal.
