It was Mo Huai, the Mo Huai he had met by the Ruojiang River, the Mo Huai whose head his father had forced down in apology, the Mo Huai he thought about day and night, the Mo Huai he had fallen for at first sight, and the Mo Huai who had slaughtered his entire clan. Tears shimmered in Jiao Han's eyes, but he held them back. His face remained as cold and impassive as ever, no matter what happened. He let his guard down for just a moment, distracted! Mo Huai's sword was at his throat. "It's been a long time. How did the Crown Prince of the Jiao Clan become like this? It's disgusting." Mo Huai seemed to hate him so much, Jiao Han thought. Then he felt a sword pierce him.
Theme: Don't be too ruthless.
