Xue Meng could only shake his head in silence watching Tian Zheng overreact and fall apart before the fight even began.
'What weak spirit. To be broken by mere words, can you even call yourself a warrior? Tsk.'
The more he came to know of him the guiltier he felt about ever helping him in all this. But he had made a promise and-
'What is a man if not his word?'
*Sigh*
Looking over at Hao Xuan's haggard appearance and the pain he was going through made it that much more difficult to do what he had to. But at least he could make sure it would be swift.
His grip tightened around the saber, 'Come on kid, strike, just one attack.'
But Hao Xuan had no such plans, although if he could stick to them was another thing.
Tian Zheng had completely lost it. He was going off on him about wanting respect and knowing one's place but Hao Xuan couldn't give less of a shit.