The old man said calmly, "I've lived this long, and I won't live much longer. When I die or how I die is all the same to me."
The men of the Kang family have never been afraid of death. Death cannot threaten them.
"Alright... I know you're not afraid of death, but... someone doesn't want you to die, and that's enough."
The white sand trickled down bit by bit.
Very soon... the last grain of sand fell, an hour had passed.
Prince Bandeli raised his hand, "Time's up, your son hasn't shown up. I'm sorry, old friend."
Kang Chen still hadn't appeared, leaving a sense of unease in their hearts. The Kang Chen they knew was never one to hide or disregard his family's life or death. Back then, he shouldered the pressure of the entire nation for his wife, so why, when his father was in their hands, had he not shown up?
This seemed a bit unusual.
The old man said, "If that's so, you may fire."
