"Thanks to me?" Ling Chen said with a half smile, half smirk. "I didn't do anything. How can you pin this on me? If you really have to blame someone, you can only blame yourself. If you hadn't been so stubborn, hell-bent on fighting me to the death, you wouldn't have ended up like this."
Zhu Hong snorted coldly, acting as if he hadn't heard Ling Chen at all. He kept his mouth shut, his eyes coldly fixed on his own wheelchair.
Seeing Zhu Hong ignore him, Ling Chen didn't push it. He went on at his own pace, "I think you should know why I came to see you."
"I don't."
"When you left Skyhawk Pavilion back then, you took something with you. I think you know exactly what it is. Hand that thing over to me, and the grudges between us are wiped clean. How does that sound?"
