Weisheng was a little frustrated that the Arbiter didn't take him as seriously as he should've. He still sat before the Arbiter, accepting tea from him even though he didn't feel like drinking any.
"Answer me," Weisheng frowned upon his silence, gulping the tea in the cup instantly before setting it down.
The Arbiter sighed, "Suppose he truly harbors resentment toward Ling'er for what her father did," He uttered, "Suppose he wants revenge."
Weisheng clenched his hands into fists, "That's what I'm asking you."
"We, as the Mediators of the Heaven Realm, and you, as a mortal, cannot go against a God," The Arbiter bitterly reminded him, "And when the God is a God of War? Not a chance."
