Da Huang couldn't stomach this melodramatic truth any longer. Ximen Yuan was extreme and sick in the head, which only made Dai Mao seem even more foolish.
One was a young master of good birth; the other, the son of a lowly servant.
Their statuses were worlds apart. They should never have crossed paths, let alone had any grudge between them.
But in the end, simply because Dai Mao was Ximen Yuan's young master, Ximen Yuan had come to resent him.
Perhaps from a very young age, Ximen Yuan had watched everything Dai Mao did from some dark corner, silently nursing his resentment.
Still, there was no denying that Ximen Yuan was truly inspiring. Through his own efforts, he had helped Dai Mao reach where he was today.
But Ximen Yuan had chosen the wrong path.
"Ximen Yuan, your strength is now on par with Dai Mao's. In fact, for a long time before this, you were stronger than him."
"Have you ever considered that hard work is a good thing, but if you'd chosen a different direction, your life could have turned out completely differently?"
"You thought your birth was beneath others. You could have chosen to change your circumstances instead of going to such lengths to hate Dai Mao."
"With your strength, there's no reason you couldn't have built a Lineage of your own. From then on, you, Ximen Yuan, would have been the Family Head of the Ximen House, and one day its founding ancestor."
"Your son could have become a young master of the Ximen House instead of a crawling bug in some dark corner."
"But what about you? What did you do?"
"You wasted all those years on Dai Mao, using them to take revenge on him and torment him."
"Don't you think that was