Ye Cangtian’s voice roared in his mind, sharp as a whip-crack. Do not give in to their petty provocations! This is precisely what they want. A mindless beast. You are more than that. You are the storm that will shatter their very sky, not merely a furious gust of wind.
"They're celebrating my death," Xiaochen hissed, his voice trembling despite his efforts. "They called me trash. A burden. My father... they called him a fool."
And they are fools themselves, living on borrowed time, Ye Cangtian countered, his tone hardening. Do you truly believe a simple m******e here and now will achieve anything? You are one against thousands. You will be overwhelmed, and your mission will fail. Your vengeance will be hollow. You would die as the 'waste' they proclaimed you to be.
Xiaochen gritted his
