The atmosphere was stifled. 

Huang Qianjun was well aware that his choice would determine how this ended.

He took a deep breath, then gnashed his teeth. “Brother Su, today, I had to borrow your power to force Qin Feng to his knees and make him apologize. If you kill him now, he won’t be convinced of his defeat, nor will I get any satisfaction from his death.”

He then turned to Su Yi and clasped his fist. “Brother Su, I want to end this grudge myself. I want him to die convinced of his defeat.”

Su Yi sheathed his sword. “You’ve got potential after all.”

With that, he turned to leave. Qin Feng still knelt there, quivering like a lamb to the slaughter, but Su Yi didn’t so much as spare him a second glance. 

“Qin Feng, I know that given your personality, letting you live means you’re certain to choose revenge in a mad frenzy. Even so, I must warn you that doing so will only hurt your father. Whether you heed my warning or not is up to you. Think it over for yourself,” said Huang Qianjun before following Su Yi out the door. 

Qin Feng felt as if he’d set down a massive burden. His butt thudded to the floor.

His cheeks were still red and swollen, and his hair was unkempt; he looked like a wreck. His eyes were full of terror, but also...