"Interests! It's all about interests!"
Zhu Yi roared, as if to vent all his pent-up fury and resentment. "The Righteous Path champions justice, yet how are their actions any different from bandits? The Demon Sect openly admits its evil, but it's just another form of the strong devouring the weak! In this Martial Arts World, might makes right, and abundant resources are the foundation of power! The Righteous Path, the Demon Path… they're nothing but facades for a struggle over interests! My Zhu Family… is just a pawn on the chessboard—a little bigger than most, but not big enough. Eaten by you today, swallowed by them tomorrow, hahaha…"
His laughter stopped abruptly. He gasped heavily, the madness in his eyes slowly giving way to lifeless despair.
