That steward had an exceptionally hard backbone. He cursed right in front of the Hall Master without even changing expression. "To be honest, you Jin Family... are damn impressive. But no matter how impressive you are, what the hell does that have to do with us people of White Mist Continent?"
"Right. Chief Fang wasn't your match and you took him down. We admit that. We people aren't a match for your Jin Family either. We admit that too. We really can't afford to provoke you! We admit it! As for avenging Chief Fang and venting our anger, I don't have the ability!"
"But we can't afford to provoke you, so we can still hide, right? We're done serving you. So what?"
"It can't be that we people of White Mist Continent aren't even allowed to live as ordinary citizens, right? At worst, it's just death. Go outside and ask around—how many men of White Mist Continent are afraid of dying? Not to make you laugh, but before Chief Fang came, when we had nowhere left to turn, we'd settle things with a single rope. Don't try to frighten people with life and death. You can't scare anyone! We're all damn ghosts Chief Fang dragged back from hell! Dying just means going back again."
Hall Master Jin let out a long sigh. "It really isn't the way you think. Fang Che truly is Night Demon. Why won't you believe me?"
The steward pointed straight at the Hall Master's nose and started cursing. "Hall Master Jin, do you dare swear on your conscience that your family did this to capture Night Demon? Who the hell are you trying to fool?"
"With those little schemes of your aristocratic clans, do you really think everyone under heaven is an idiot? Even I, just