"I was forced by life circumstances, my conscience lost in desperation, with a seriously ill wife and children to support, I had no choice but to resort to this undesirable measure..."
The traitor's face flushes with palpable shame and guilt.
Fei Xinyu's hand reached for his sword, paused, then held back his anger. "Keep talking. What's the big deal?"
A murderous aura filled the room.
"And then, once I went over to their side… until today..."
As the traitor spoke, Fei Xinyu's expression became increasingly serious, his gaze sharper.
Without consciousness, he had returned to his upright and solemn posture.
"Hire the Heavenly Judge from Yan State to combat the Heavenly Judge from the Great Qin..."
Fei Xinyu stroked his chin, lost in thought.
When he heard Mo Yuantu's mention the name of the young generation of Great Qin earlier, Fei Xinyu had felt chill creep up his spine. Now, this sense of horror had intensified.
