"Danger is always around, you must understand what kind of person we are dealing with!" Jiang Xiaobai said, "Back at the East Gate Temple, if it wasn't for me, would you still be alive?"
Zhao Feilong said, "Brother, you saved me, and I owe you a life. Logically, I should listen to you, but the deep-seated hatred between Ma Jixiong and me is something you can't understand. Even if it costs me my life, I accept it."
Jiang Xiaobai said, "You're too confused! Nothing is more important than life itself. Once you're dead, there's nothing left."
"There's a grudge in my heart, and if I don't release it, I'll never be at peace," Zhao Feilong said. "Enough, you don't need to say more. I thank you, but I won't listen to you. Let's go!"
With those words, Zhao Feilong strode towards the brickyard, a long knife on his shoulder, holding a bottle of wine, exuding the aura of an ancient hero.
Jiang Xiaobai followed, just like before, he led the way with Zhao Feilong behind him.
