"In former days, when His Highness personally descended upon your Dragon Clan, he bestowed upon your Dragon Clan equal dignity and favor, allowing your Dragon Clan to possess enduring honor, and even entrusted all the lakes and rivers within the Great Qin Territory to your Dragon Clan for their upkeep."
Han Xin's gaze was icy cold, his voice as though coming from the Nine You, devoid of the slightest warmth; every word was like a keen blade, echoing through the Dragon Palace's deep and shadowed expanse.
"Yet your Dragon Clan refused."
Han Xin slightly raised his head, his eyes full of disdain, as if mocking the Dragon Clan's past folly.
"Therefore, do not speak again of any favor."
"What was once grace, now that Qin's spear-edge has arrived here, there is no longer any talk of favor or no favor."
"That your Dragon Clan may preserve itself from annihilation—this is already Qin's greatest favor."
