Young Wei Shuaizhang: The Great Blade Has No Edge

He couldn't beat him, and he couldn't even plead for mercy. But he couldn't just give up and leave him be, either. Wei Shuaiwang hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth, and lowered his bloodshot eyes, blazing with anger. He turned and knelt before Wei Xing. When he raised his head again, a hint of pleading had entered his eyes. Wei Xing seemed to ponder this. Oh? So this little menace who wouldn't yield had finally shown a weakness. Wei Shuaiwang was stubborn to the core, impossible to tame. Even when beaten, he'd howl and beg for mercy, but fear never stopped him from getting into mischief the next time. And those eyes of his: his mouth might give in, but his eyes never did. Defiance, resentment, disdain, and scorn all shone clearly in them. Oh, so this was Wei Shuaiwang's weakness. The next installment is underway: Young Wei Shuaiwang, the One Everyone Hopes For What I hope to convey: