"The plan to murder the President was devised by my father himself, because only he had the right to plot against his junior sister. As fellow disciples, he knew all of her weaknesses. Whether you should use a Forbidden Spell, or employ some ancient swordsmanship, combine Extraordinary Abilities, and coordinate with the Mythical Weapon."
Jiang Yanxu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, like a blood-sucking beast: "My father even trained his two junior nephews for two days—they were the true culprits! I am merely a helper, insignificant. Listen to me, I see the seeds of hatred in your eyes."
"You want revenge, but what you lack is time."
He tempted like a devil: "You need time to grow, and during this period, you need more powerful people to help you, to stand by your side. If you kill me, then you..."
Gu Jianlin suddenly raised his hand and interrupted him.
"You once wanted to kill my sister."
He paused: "She suffered a lot in the Jiang Family."
