Tie Zhuzi sat in front of Xiang Yu, looking wronged, as if he had been the one who was beaten.
Xiang Yu responded with a reassuring smile, "Zhuzi, remember, the grievances we suffer today, we'll get back double some other day. It's just that the time isn't right yet."
"I know, Brother Yu, but I can't help it," Tie Zhuzi said, his expression more like that of a child who'd been slighted, which greatly contradicted his towering figure. To outsiders, Tie Zhuzi was a ferocious God of Killing, but to Xiang Yu and their brethren, he was more like a child.
"You must help it, you can't lose your composure," Xiang Yu advised with a warm smile, looking very much like a brother imparting wisdom.
