"Second Brother, is it really wise for us to act so early? I feel like making a move now might be a bit forced. Besides, it's not as if assassination can't be attempted." Xiang Bo looked at Xiang Liang, who was leading his horse deeper into the village, and spoke with some hesitation.
"Third Brother, you're far too timid." Xiang Liang walked ahead without looking back. "Could it be that Wang Jian's imposing might scared you out of your wits back then?"
He stopped, tilted his head slightly, and waited for Xiang Bo, his presence oppressive.
"Wang Jian is already dead. What are you afraid of?"
"I'm not afraid. Even if Wang Jian were standing right in front of me, I—I wouldn't be afraid of him!" Xiang Liang's words made Xiang Bo somewhat flustered, and halfway through his sentence, he involuntarily raised his voice.
Xiang Liang said nothing. He merely turned around and stared fixedly into Xiang Bo's eyes.
Xiang Yu and Xiang An stood off to the side, watching coldly without saying a word.
The scene was utterly silent.
Two drops of cold sweat ran down Xiang Bo's face. He swallowed and unconsciously took a step back.
Xiang Liang sighed and looked toward the other members of the Xiang Family gathered there.
"This is our best opportunity—our only opportunity—to move from the forefront into the shadows!" He stepped onto a raised platform and swept his gaze around. "Our Xiang Family, our Chu, harbor boundless hatred for Qin! But we absolutely cannot act rashly!"
"The Qin Dynasty is an iron barrel, and we are wood grubs that have burrowed inside it. I believe everyone understands that clearly!"
"If we act recklessly, then even with our advantage in mobility, even with peerless warriors like Xiang Yu and Xiang An among us,