People who were disliked could usually live a little longer—or rather, anyone who lived long enough would eventually become rather dislikeable.
Le Yu crouched beside Jing Zhengwu's corpse, gazing at his pale, peaceful face. For some reason, he felt no joy at the death of his enemy. Instead, his blood vessels seemed to knot around his heart, while an indescribable sorrow pierced his soul.
Jing Zhengwu had not been a dislikeable person.
Although Le Yu knew that Jing Zhengwu had used the Qin family to assassinate him and had been openly and covertly competing with him all along, those had merely been struggles over interests and power. Their positions had been fundamentally a matter of life and death, but Le Yu did not dislike this half-brother of his.
After several brief encounters, Le Yu had come to know a more genuine Jing Zhengwu: sarcastic, patient yet bold, unwilling to give up, ruthless, and even a little childish.
When Jing Zhengwu had held the upper hand, he had not humiliated or suppressed his elder brother. At most, he had made a few strange remarks and flaunted his father's favor. When he had been at a disadvantage, he had not thrown a hysterical fit. Instead, he had conserved his strength and waited for a chance to strike back.
Using a game as an analogy, Jing Zhengwu was the kind of enemy player who, after gaining an advantage in lane at the start, would type a few question marks to taunt his opponent. But after failing a gank and getting crushed by Le Yu, he would silently farm the jungle and build up his resources—neither admitting defeat nor giving up, but steeling himself to fight Le Yu to the end.
Le Yu would resolve things with Jing Zhengwu sooner or later, but not