"Are you going to chastise me again with these intangible senses of responsibility and morality?" Sulan gazed at He Ao, sneering, "Are you going to stand on the moral high ground and point fingers at me, calling me a lapdog again? I'm quite good at being a lapdog; I don't think there's any problem with it."
"I remember, you have relatives living in Kovotra as well. After returning to Kovotra, I stopped them from settling accounts with your relatives. You're much younger than me, and many of your relatives lived up to that day," He Ao gazed at him calmly, asking the same question again, "Do you regret what happened back then?"
Sulan fell silent.
The lonely cold wind blew across the earth, sweeping over the illusory figures below.
The phantoms of obsession standing below slowly turned their gaze towards Sulan.
