Prince Jin Ke, with reddened eyes, said: "To never forget this humiliation, I have kept my arm severed."
"Unless I avenge this, I will never restore it."
Hearing this, Zhao Xing looked at Prince Jin Ke with a bit more sympathy.
Having one's own brother cut down in front of them, that indeed is a humiliation.
Prince Jin Ke coming to Great Zhou with a severed arm could not be called feigning pity, because his suffering was real.
"From what I know, isn't the national power of the Sith Country comparable to yours?" Zhao Xing had reviewed the intelligence, knowing that these two countries were originally one entity but later split apart.
Logically, their strengths should be comparable. How did they get thrashed?
"That was long ago." Prince Jin Ke said, "The Sith Country has developed rapidly over the past eighty years, birthing many strong warriors, and they have continuously annexed other tribes, gaining numerous resources, and their fortune has increasingly flourished."
