"Brother, I never thought… this time, it would be your turn to chase after me!"
"It's nothing…"
Qin Xuange laughed too, a laugh of relief. "Victory and defeat are common for a soldier. I… can still afford to lose."
The rift between the two brothers had, miraculously, melted away amidst this brutal assessment.
After the laughter died down, the atmosphere gradually grew quiet.
Qin Wuya glanced around, then suddenly lowered his voice and asked a question he had been keeping buried in his heart:
"Brother, Father… why is he doing this?"
He was, of course, referring to Qin Fuhu forcing the various sects to hand over their assets and suppressing the Cangzhou Martial World.
Upon hearing this, the smile on Qin Xuange's face vanished instantly, and he fell into silence.
After a long while, he finally shook his head, his voice low.
"This… I'm not clear on the specifics myself. Father's thoughts are unfathomable."
"But… there's nothing I can do to change Father's decision…"
