"Lin Ya, it was merely the matter of avenging your father's death. What exactly are you so furious about?"
Qian Renxue hovered in midair, the golden light of the Six-Winged Angel enveloping her body. Her exquisitely beautiful face was filled with indifference and contempt as she looked down at the tense Lin Ya below, her tone flippant and cruel.
"You and I are both members of the royal family. The road to power has always been paved with bones. To ascend the throne, who has not stepped over the corpses of their own kin? Take the identity of Xue Qinghe, for instance. If he had not died, what right would you, a fifth prince cast out into the world, have to covet the Heaven Dou throne?"
The more she spoke, the more excited she became. Her golden eyes locked tightly onto Lin Ya, as though she wished to see through every bit of pain and rage in his heart. Her voice carried warped certainty. "Your talent is indeed astonishing, but what geniuses lack most is time to grow! Do you think your brothers would simply watch as you rose step by step and threatened their positions?"
"You should be thanking me. I was the one who killed Xue Qinghe and cleared away the obstacle to your ascension. Without me, you would have spent your entire life hiding your identity, much less standing here and contending with me for power over this realm."
Lin Ya raised his eyes and looked coldly at Qian Renxue in the air. He neither roared nor flew into a rage. Instead, he calmly asked:
"So, if one day you fought for the position of Spirit Hall's Supreme Pontiff, and your mother, Bibi Dong, stood in your way, would you also kill her without hesitation?"
"Of course."