Laugh all you want, curse all you want; after a brief emotional release, we still have to get things done.
One can't always indulge in impotent rage, wasting emotions on meaningless things.
Waiting passively for doom is never Zhao Xing's style.
Zhao Xing took a deep breath and then looked at Qing Yu Zi holding the ancient sword beside him.
"Old Qing, can you say something?"
"I'm the only one playing this high-level game; it's a deadly situation."
"Can't you stop pretending to be dead? You must be a big shot, or how else would the East Extending Ancient Clan misjudge?"
"There are so many people with the dao name of Qing Yu Zi worldwide. I faked your name and signed a karma contract with the East Extending Ancient Clan; it couldn't have involved you without reason."
"We're grasshoppers on the same string now. You can't just give the Holy Grail. At least hint at what other tricks you have."
