"Father, this hatred must stop! The animosity between the Immortal Sect, the entire Penglai Immortal Domain, and Lu Chuan from the secular world, began with us! Why? Why can't we let go of this ridiculous belief of being superior and live harmoniously with them?"
"Enough..."
Kong Yuanliang sat limply on the chair, sighing weakly.
But Kong Zhaozhao was relentless.
"For a thousand years, has the secular world ever acted offensively toward the Penglai Immortal Domain? It's us, time and again!"
"Silence..."
"Father, does this absurd sense of dignity allow you and everyone here to trample on human lives, ignoring their suffering?"
"I said silence!"
Kong Yuanliang slammed the table, his chest heaving violently, his face flushed as he glared at Kong Zhaozhao.
He had never felt so unfamiliar with his own daughter as he did at this moment.
"Indeed, I can stop now, Father. I've done what I wanted to do, said what I wanted to say. As for how you wish to punish me..."
