On Hell Island, Ximen Feng held a longsword overflowing with shimmering light, floating lightly in the breeze as she silently watched "Lin Qi" standing atop the camp walls. That group of "fallen nobles of the Deningstan Empire" came panting as they rushed into the assassins led by Bilibili, loudly yelling and complaining.
That "Lin Qi" let out a heavy sigh and spread his hands. "All my hard work, all my painstaking toil for the Empire day and night—wasn't it all just so I could seize the princess and inherit the imperial throne?"
After a brief pause, apparently feeling that his words had sounded rather unpleasant, Lord "Lin Qi" immediately changed his tune. "I exhausted my every thought and shed blood in battle for the Empire's future. Only with great difficulty did I protect the last remnants of the imperial bloodline and escape! I am willing to use my life and honor to restore the Empire's glory, crush the evil Dragon Mountain Empire, and let Deningstan Empire's double-headed griffin banner fly high across the continent."
"I have been so loyal to the Empire, loved it so deeply, yet you abandoned a loyal subject like me and chose to make peace with the thugs of the Dragon Mountain Empire! Can you still face the countless martyrs of the Deningstan Empire who died in battle?"
"Enough, Lin Qi!" Ximen Feng called out softly. "Enough. Stop talking this useless nonsense. We came to find you today because we have something extremely serious to discuss with you. It concerns your life and death, your father's survival, and the future of your branch of the clan. I hope you can make the wisest choice!"
Lin Qi rubbed his hands together and gave a few "heh-heh" laughs. "You are? Aren't you the Dragon Mountain Empire's lackeys?"
Ximen