Zhang Gaqi exploded with anger, his face turning red: "You are his uncle! Prince Pingbian and his son schemed against him and killed his father. Is he supposed to bind his own hands and wait obediently for death?"
In Zhang Gaqi's voice, fury reverberated, and murderous intent flickered in his eyes, which were red.
"He ought to have died in the Northern Land, suffocated by Prince Pingbian's Mansion, or else why would he have created such a terrible mess, causing our Eight Great Clans' hundreds of thousands of people to fall into a passive state?" Zhang Shenqi's voice was filled with coldness.
"Don't forget, Brother was killed because of you. If it weren't for you reporting Brother, how would he have died?" Zhang Gaqi's voice was full of disappointment.
"I did it for the lives of hundreds of thousands of people in the Eight Great Clans. We can't sacrifice everyone for his life, sinking the ship of the Eight Great Clans." Zhang Shenqi's voice was filled with seriousness.
