[What do you wield your fists for?]
Vishdair's eyes widened: "…?"
[Or in other words, what is the flame in your heart burning for?]
What kind of Kasdail nonsense is this—
Vishdair hated this kind of messy preachy nonsense all her life, immediately enraged, raining down Explosion Fists, the Contract Spirit Pattern on the back of her hand looming faintly.
Damn it, what else could it be for?
Isn't it for some philanderer, those bitches fighting over a man with her, and that little fox?
Without her, the household wouldn't have gotten by long ago!
A curtain of black fists equally headed forward, like countless dragon shadows.
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!!
The waves of explosions continuously washed over the immovable rocks, Su Yue's words accompanying the fists constantly rang in Vishdair's ears.
[Wielding for love, for family, that reason is indeed valid.]
[But having a reason alone is still not enough.]
