"Then what am I?!"
"If it weren't for the title [Son of Taiping Duke], how could he rally troops under heaven? Why would those renowned generals recognize him?! Why would the contemporary Red Emperor grant him a title of marquis!"
"If not for being the son of Taiping Duke, how could he have reached this point?"
"If not for being the son of Taiping Duke!"
His heart boiled over with a dissatisfaction that almost reached its peak: "Why would Tower Master Xue have affection for him?!"
"If it weren't for the title of the son of Taiping Duke, how could he possibly come into contact with Tower Master Xue? Could it be that a peerless divine creature like Tower Master Xue would be moved by a mere commoner?!"
He held his head, half-drunk, tilting it up, faintly seeing the times of his youth when his parents' arms crossed to form a shelter from wind, snow, and blades, an arrow piercing through his mother's heart, and blood dripping onto his face.
Mother's heart stopped beating.
