"Blood feud!"
Upon hearing this, Yao Dang's face darkened. He gritted his teeth and unconsciously gripped the armrest of his Seated chair tightly. The Seated chair was made of Rosewood, valuable and sturdy. However, as his anger flared, the armrest crumbled between his fingers into tiny wood shavings, fluttering down like Snowflakes onto the floor of the Righteousness Hall.
"Big Brother!" The King of Might, seated to Yao Dang's right, hurriedly tried to dissuade him.
"No need." Yao Dang sighed, waving his hand at the King of Might to signal he was fine. "I know my limits." He turned his gaze to the Heavenly Kun King and praised, "It's my Third Brother who sees clearly. Your foolish elder brother almost made a mistake. Bringing Xu Xing and Chang Ji, two criminals, into Mount Siming would indeed mean a powerful dragon suppressing the local powers. But without them, how can we achieve great things or seek our blood feud with the Imperial Court? Now is not the time to be petty."
