Hate hurts more than love does.
Love fades, but hate clings on.
Lu Yu had faced the toughest decisions, the darkest moments, and his heart had long since turned to ashes.
Apart from hatred, there was nothing else in his heart.
Yet, when he thought of his old friend's current predicament, a relentless anger and self-loathing surged within him.
He loathed his incompetence.
He despised himself for not acting sooner, for not planning ahead.
Yes, the arena always demanded sacrifices.
Either oneself or the enemy.
He had prepared for the worst, even sacrificing himself if necessary.
But he should have foreseen this...
Tang Fei understood the old man's feelings, but he did not offer comfort.
Good words are not an antidote and can hardly detoxify.
Often, fighting poison with poison worked better.
They had been through so much together, he believed the old man could handle it.
Was this setback anything significant?
They were bound to face even more terrifying blows...
