Ji Ting seemed like a completely different person, forsaking his timid and low self-esteem demeanor.
He stood before the deep pit in the ground, his sleeve still dripping with blood. His bloodied palm covered his cheek, with a pair of eyes hiding behind his fingers, fierce as those of a beast.
He chuckled lowly, "But what of that? Even if he alone treated me well, can it change the malice that the entire world once planted towards me? Meng Chengzhi is truly kind-hearted, but who says that good people can't die?
He's stupid! Hopelessly stupid. With a treasure trove within him yet no ambition to advance, content to be downtrodden in a small border city, an old man weak enough for anyone to bully, engaging in pointless stupidity.
He knew full well I was a stubborn stone, no matter how beautifully he carved me, a stone is but a stone and will never turn into jade!
