That evening, I discussed with Feng Yin about the request from the Ximen clan.
"Ximen Huaide? Ximen Huairou?"
Feng Yin's eyes lit up immediately upon hearing about this matter. He stood, began pacing slowly, and furrowed his brows in deep thought, remaining silent for a long while.
"Kid Feng, haste makes waste, and the matter of revenge is particularly something that can't be rushed. Don't force yourself because of our concerns," Zhu Weiran urged.
"Your Aunt Zhuang and I have endured so many years. Our days are increasingly hopeful, and payback seems more possible. It has only been a few days since Ximen Huai Dao was wiped out. Don't jeopardize larger issues over minor details," Zhu Weiran continued nervously.
He was terrified that Feng Yin, impelled by hatred for his family's enemies, would make a rash decision. That would make him regretful.
"No, no!"
