"If you were not Liang Zhichen, I might very well have killed you by now. I am not wrong on this issue; after all, it was you who wanted my life first. But because you are Liang Zhichen, Yixuan's elder brother, I cannot lay a hand on you. That is my helplessness," Dong Huiying said with clear resolve.
It was like a great flood washing over the Dragon King Temple—a case of one's own kin meeting another; even if it felt uncomfortable, what could be done? One still had to endure it. Was it necessary to be content only through killing the other?
Moreover, just as she said, from the standpoint of one's position and perspective, Liang Zhichen had done nothing wrong in seeking his objectives. It was equally reasonable for us to feel angry and harbor resentment after being hunted and nearly losing our lives. It could only be said that fate had played a cruel joke on all of us, yet it might also be seen as luck that was not altogether unfavorable for either party.
If not,
