Nian Bing's words were filled with sorrow, yet each word was so forcefully resolute that it left no room for doubt. Decades of unjust treatment and the endurance of deep-seated hatred had all exploded in this singular moment. Nian Bing harbored a hatred for the Ice-Snow Goddess Sacrifice for it was that which claimed the lives of his parents. Yet at the same time, his hatred was also for Prince Rong–had Rong not opposed the marriage of his parents, Nian Bing would have had them with him–he would have had a home. Since the age of ten, hadn't he always been an orphan? Had he not met his master, he'd likely have died long ago.