"Yes! Even if every last member of the Lin Family dies, we will fight to the end," Lin Jingru said.
"Fools! How can you speak of revenge if you're all dead? Do you think your enemies will shed a single tear for you when you die?
That's simply absurd. They'll laugh, roar with laughter.
And you? Heh, your lives are as cheap as ants. Will anyone pity you?
No! And cultivation resources on a deserted island are limited, while you don't have vast sums of silver to buy Spirit Pills and miraculous medicines.
You want to nurture experts? You're dreaming like fools!" Tang Wen sneered.
"Exactly! The chance for revenge is right in front of you now.
Yet you still have the gall to talk tough for that pitiful scrap of dignity.
What gives you the right to talk tough? What capital do you have to bluster with?
You're nothing but a pile of dog shit, stinking beyond endurance, unfilial descendants who've forgotten your ancestors!" Wen Jinyuan said.
"You're no better yourselves! What chance are you talking about?
Aren't you just forcing us to become servants of the Tang, dogs of the Tang?
Once we become the Tang's dogs, revenge will be even further out of reach. That would truly be forgetting our ancestors," Li Jun said.
"You're really repaying kindness with ingratitude. Yes, you're joining the Tang, but Master is also taking on the hatred you bear.
You should know that the enemies of your two families must be powerful.
Master is risking the annihilation of his household by taking you in.
Who else would dare take you?
Forget paying for your service or providing silver, Spirit Stones, and Spirit Pills for your cultivation. Even if you knelt and begged in tears, no one else would take you.
Because