"You're mistaken! I didn't massacre the village! That wasn't me!" Zheng Fan shouted with all his might.
"Facing death and still trying to argue? Do you take me for a fool?"
"..." Zheng Fan.
Zheng Fan suddenly felt that this Mr. Chen's situation was very similar to what Shatuo Queshi had experienced. Shatuo Queshi's tribe had been annihilated, the old, weak, women, and children slaughtered. This had forced him to relinquish his position as Left Valley King of the Royal Court, solely to go to the Earl of North Border's residence and demand an explanation.
This fellow, on the other hand, had come because his village was wiped out. He had traveled all the way from Qian State specifically to kill him.
The only difference, perhaps, was that the Earl of North Border's estate and the Green Willow Fortress couldn't be compared on any level.
As a result, Shatuo Queshi had died. This man, however, had nearly succeeded.
"I really didn't massacre any village!"
