Resentment, infatuation, humiliation, and a sliver of twisted anticipation all intertwined.
At this moment, Lu Maozhi desperately hoped that his brother, Lu Xuanzhou, and the Iron Sword Sect's Li Xuance would utterly crush Chen Sheng today. 'That... would be the perfect chance to wash away my shame.' He even started to imagine Wang Zilan's face, full of regret, as she came begging him.
Lu Xuanzhou sensed the turmoil in his younger brother's aura. He placed a hand on his shoulder and said in a low voice, "Maozhi, we must consider the bigger picture. Today's battle concerns the future of our manor. You cannot let personal feelings interfere with our duty."
Lu Maozhi took a deep breath, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles went white. He rasped, "Brother, I understand... It's just... I can't get over it."
Lu Xuanzhou sighed to himself and said no more.
Soon after, the contingents from the Ning'an Wang Clan and the Iron Sword Sect arrived, one right after the other.
