Couldn't you at least tone down the insults a little? Yiren is here, listening to everything... Xuefeng complained inwardly, annoyance flaring in his heart as he blamed the Wisdom Tree's ruthless methods.
The response came swift and uncompromising: Life is brutal. Do you honestly believe your enemy will consider your feelings? If hurting your woman will make you falter, they won't hesitate for a single heartbeat. Imagine yourself in a fierce battle and your opponent takes Yiren hostage? Would you immediately throw down your weapons, kneel, and offer your head to them on a golden platter?
Xuefeng felt a chill run down his spine at the harshness of those words. He glanced upward at Yiren, who stood anxiously on the balcony, hands tightly gripping the railings. Her delicate features were pale with concern, her emerald eyes wide with worry as they gazed back at him. His voice came out barely louder than a whisper: "I don't know… I've never even considered that scenario…"
