Seeing the anger in his father's eyes, Han Zifeng took a deep breath and knelt again before Han Yuntao: "Dad, I know you're doing this for my good, but I also know what I'm doing. Do you know how your son survived? It was him who carried your son on his back, through enemy gunfire, and brought him out from a pile of corpses. He is my brother, my brother for life and death. Now that he's in trouble, do you want me to stand idly by? Father, you've been teaching me since I was a child to be upright, loyal, and true to my conscience. I'm just doing what you said, and I must go on this journey to Jiangnan."
Han Zifeng spoke forcefully, clearly aware of the dangers of Jiangnan, but he had to go. Lu Tianxing is his brother, his brother for life and death. If not for Lu Tianxing carrying him from a pile of corpses, Han Zifeng would not exist today. A man in this world must know what to do and what not to do. He cannot just stand by and watch his brother face danger.
