"You have to have some honor!" Ye Yuefeng said, struggling.
"To hell with your honor," Su Qing cursed. "Back then, when you gang of robbers invaded our country and killed our people, you didn't show a shred of honor."
The hatred for what was done to her country and her people—Su Qing would never forget.
Ye Yuefeng said with righteous indignation, "We had good intentions back then. Our original goal was mutual prosperity, for everyone to develop together. If you all hadn't overreacted, none of those later wars would have happened, and the common people wouldn't have suffered. So, when you think about it…"
Before Ye Yuefeng could finish, the Dry Branch Blade in Su Qing's hand pierced his chest. It wasn't deep, but it was enough to make him feel a bone-chilling pain.
