Thirty years ago, did Xiao Jinlin say such things? Xiao Zheng couldn't remember. All he remembered was that back then, he spent his days indulging in wine and pleasures, playing zither, and dabbling in ink, viewing the world through drunken eyes with a sense of beauty in everything.
Sending a painting?
It seems like something might have happened, but he had absolutely no recollection of it.
If he had heard about it at that time, with his sharp wit, wouldn't he have made preparations? Was everyone's death a result of his own making?
How ironic. Xiao Zheng was overwhelmed with grief and anger: "You old madman, is this the reason you slaughtered my entire village and exterminated my family!?"
Why did he hate the man right in front of him so much? It was because Xiao Jinlin was not only his father but also the enemy who had wiped out his entire family.