Hatred.
"That day, I truly understood the meaning of that word." Feng Xi muttered. "When I ran to the next room in which my father was kept, I was devastated. I couldn't believe my eyes. My dad, the man who ruled the underworld with an iron fist, the man whom people feared from the bottom of their hearts was lying motionlessly on that bed like a lifeless person."
"Seeing him, I couldn't stop crying. Why, why did this happen to us? Everything was going so well in our lives then why did it all turn out so bad? Why? I couldn't understand. Even when facing our most dangerous enemies, my family was victorious. Then why did it all turn out to be so bad in the end?"
