"Hey, hey, your guy doesn't seem very sensitive to this." Xun Shuang whispered to Chen Ji.
"Those under forty, who haven't been through it, are not sensitive to this." Chen Ji said, yawning, "Coming all the way at the risk of dying from exhaustion, just to watch a meaningless self-mutilation act, and it wasn't even as good as when the Yuan Family did it."
"Was that self-mutilation by the Yuan Family back then?" Xun Shuang sneered, having killed the entire lineage of Yuan Wei, but upon deep reflection, it indeed was self-mutilation.
"You could live another ten years, I probably have only a few left, and I'm dragged by you two to attend this assembly." Sima Jun was also sleepy, but was completely uninterested in the act the Yang Family was playing today, "Playing what self-mutilation, where's the death spy, a large family like the Yang Family surely has death spies, bring on the death spy, die on the spot, direct evidence."
