Murong Wushuang gritted his teeth in hatred before saying, "That despicable man Yue Wuyang, and to think I thought of him as my idol before this. I must've been truly blind."
Ning Xiaochuan glanced at Three-finger Lin's hands and said, "Then Mr. Lin, why have you lost seven fingers?"
Three-finger Lin was deep in thought for a moment before he lifted his hands and sadly said, "There were a total of seven hundred thousand troops! I watched them all die one by one before my very eyes and could do nothing. I was at fault, I was guilty, so I cut off seven of my fingers to make up for my crime."
Ning Xiaochuan slammed a fist onto the table; this entire thing was outrageous, three people of peerless talent from the olden days were either dead, wounded, or disabled, yet the shameless villain had been crowned a Marquis and enjoyed ten years of glory, splendor, wealth, and rank while being worshipped as an idol by countless geniuses.
