"What, you're not willing? A great man knows when to yield and when to stand firm. So what if you have to show a little weakness! Or do you want me to become Lin Ming's mortal enemy because of you?"
Zhu Yan took a few deep breaths, his clenched fists slowly relaxing. A cold light glinted in his eyes as he said slowly, "Your Highness, a dead genius is no longer a genius."
