The Swan beauty's face was deathly pale, like a Snow Rose swaying in the storm.
"I did hesitate! I was shaken! Your father Mourinho was so powerful! Even I was moved by him! I am ashamed of having thought this way! Why would the Feilengcui Lord be scared? Why would Richard, the Shaman of the Swan Tribe, falter? I have always been indomitable! Coming through the storm, I've grown accustomed to looking straight at blood! The men of Feilengcui should be as towering as Mount Tamerlarya, fearing nothing!"
"But I really did waver! I really was scared! For one second..." Liu was shaken as he lifted a finger, placing it at the center of his forehead and wobbling it slightly: "...it only took me one second to find the resolve within myself! I wanted to stir a storm in the city! I wanted to make it so that I had no way out! I wanted to burn my boats!"