In the Black Night, under the firelight, the jade pendant emitted a faint yet unwavering glow.
Some people's hearts are dead ashes, but some, ultimately, preserve the last luster in their hearts.
Without that luster, life has no meaning, and it is this preservation of luster that forges a brilliant life.
Fang La fixed his gaze upon the jade pendant.
He kept his head down, thus few noticed the sudden shine in his eyes akin to that of the jade pendant.
"Fang Damín, your crimes are innumerable. If you fall into the hands of the authorities, you should be subject to a thousand cuts!"
Cui Nu'er nudged the sword with her toe, sending the thin sword to Fang La's feet, "End it yourself, and you can leave a whole corpse."
No one spoke.
Sometimes, a formidable righteousness combined with overwhelming power can make traitors bow.
