Xiao Wu could not help asking, "Does power really matter that much? Even if you inherit your families, will you really be happy?"
Did power really not matter?
Did that question even need an answer? What utter nonsense!
If power did not matter, then what was the Dai Family doing with all those heartwarming antics-elder brothers fretting as younger brothers attacked, sons laughing when fathers died?
Wield the killing sword while awake; lie drunk in a beauty's lap.
Three thousand beauties in the harem, grinding an iron rod down to an embroidery needle.
Dai Mubai maintained that the little tiger he kept was utterly invincible. There was no way it could not devour a few thousand abalones.
Of course, though Dai Mubai inwardly mocked Xiao Wu for her ignorance, he did not dare say it aloud.
After all, he still had to rely on Tang San to win this match.
If he pissed off the rabbit, would Tang the Rabbit-Shagger still carry him to victory?
Dai Mubai gave a "bitter smile" and said, "If only it were that simple. Do you think I really care that much about power?"
"No, it's because both our families have extremely unusual rules. We're competing not just for power, but for our lives."
"To make the future heir more outstanding, once the children competing for the position are selected, they're raised to regard one another as enemies."
"The winner can inherit the family, of course, but to prevent internal strife, the losers meet a miserable end. They're either killed or crippled."
At this point, Zhu Zhuqing finally spoke. "You've always found it strange that Dai Mubai and I clearly know each other very well, yet I treat him so coldly."
"That's because Dai Mubai felt he had no chance of winning against them. Then,