No matter how brilliant Lin Xian was, his life or death had no bearing on the Xia Kingdom.
The tiny Rong Kingdom lay a thousand miles away. The Xia Kingdom had no need to care about its attitude.
But Lin Xian's life or death might have a tiny impact on the Qi State.
A living Lin Xian might not actually cause the Qi State any trouble. Prodigies from small kingdoms like him had appeared countless times throughout history, and few had ever been able to sway the fate of an entire region.
But with a prodigy like Lin Xian, the Rong Kingdom at least had the potential to cause the Qi State trouble.
That was enough.
Even the mere possibility was enough to make Chu Min choke back his killing intent.
The Xia Kingdom was a great nation spanning thousands of miles. To stand out in such a country and become a national prodigy, Chu Min certainly wouldn't let a passing emotion cloud his judgment.
If his opponent had been a prodigy from some other small kingdom, he would have killed him without a second thought. But Lin Xian was different.
The talent Lin Xian had displayed meant a great deal to the Rong Kingdom.
Chu Min felt no sympathy for the Rong Kingdom and no pity for Lin Xian. But he hated the Qi State with all his heart.
The people of the Qi State would have been glad to see Lin Xian dead. So Chu Min would never do it.
The Xia Kingdom of today, even after decades of enduring hardship to grow stronger, truly couldn't contend with the Qi State. But if there were more "possibilities" like the Rong Kingdom, chipping away little by little, year after year, they might yet bring down this colossus.
A thousand-mile