Lu Xiaojiu turned around and looked coldly at Chu Lin, "Let's not mention the decade-long agreement between Aunt Ling and me, nor the fact that Lu Bai has a vendetta against me for killing my father, indirectly causing the death of my mother and taking Tian Yi's life. Forget all of that and just speak of the last time in Syria, where he injured me, shot my plane, nearly making me die in the air. When was he ever merciful to me? Our paths differ, and fire set by local officials doesn't allow the citizens to light candles, what kind of logic is that? I shot him back, it's just payback for his heartlessness in Syria, what's wrong with that? Who stipulated that I must be merciful to Lu Bai?"
Chu Lin said, "You don't have to be merciful to him, so I'm inviting you here to watch him die, to let you have your wish. I'm tired of watching you both reach this point; it's better if you conclude this."
