Zhao Qianxing wore a look of self-reproach, and beside him, Zhao Kun was also wracked with guilt. "Rou, Guohai," he said, "you know the status Cultivators hold. Dad really had no other choice. He's getting old, and his health isn't what it used to be. If you have any complaints, direct them at me. I swear I won't fight back. I... I'll kneel before you."
Zhao Kun made a move to kneel.
"Brother."
Seeing this, Zhao Rou couldn't help but soften. Back when they were living at home, she and her brother had been close, but their relationship had deteriorated over the years.
'How can I let my own brother kneel to me?'
As a member of the Zhao family, Zhao Rou's emotions were the most tangled. She harbored resentment toward them, but it was mixed with other complex feelings, including self-blame.
Zhao Qianxing and Zhao Kun were exploiting this very weakness, using it as an opening in an indirect attempt to mend their relationship.
