After a round of physical persuasion, Zhao Yanye, while still skeptical, felt compelled by the situation to nod and admit his error. It was his own petty heart misjudging a gentleman; he had wrongly cast a man of integrity as a treacherous villain.
"Tail-Fire Tiger, I know what you’re thinking. You don't believe me, and even if I were to beat you to death today, you would only believe your own logic," Lu Bei said, wiping the bloodstain off his fist and shaking his head in understanding.
Without a streak of stubbornness, how could one ever attain the Mahayana Stage?
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