Hearing the student's question, Xiao Yanci's face showed bitterness and reluctance.
"You gentlemen may not know, my family was once wealthy, but unfortunately we encountered a tyrant who ran rampant. Not only did he forcibly seize our property, but he also wanted to sell us as slaves. My parents died by crashing into a pillar in prison. I'm barely surviving not because I'm afraid of death, but because I carry a blood feud. I can't face my deceased relatives with shame without avenging them."
"Who is this tyrant, acting so lawlessly and disregarding the king's laws?" Several students felt a shared sense of indignation.
"I haven't mentioned today's events to anyone, so I ask you, gentlemen, to forget what you've heard here and not tell others. That tyrant has people behind him, people we common folks can't afford to provoke. If these words reach their ears, it might bring a fatal disaster upon you all."
The students' faces changed dramatically, not daring to continue the topic.
