Looking at Xia Guang, Yan Zhaoge smiled, “Can you what?”
“I…” Xia Guang hemmed and hawed, unable to say it, “I…”
Yan Zhaoge looked rather interestedly at Xia Guang, “Do you insist on taking revenge by your own hand, not borrowing the strength of others, or do you not mind getting help from others?”
Xia Guang did not hesitate at this, “It would be naturally be best if it were by my own hand. Still, being able to succeed in my revenge is the most important.”
He paused for a moment before saying softly, “My family encountered a great disaster, being thoroughly slaughtered by the Three Foot Mountain dogs. Still, I am not the sole survivor.”
“Oh?” Yan Zhaoge was rather taken aback, not having previously been aware of this.
Xia Guang explained, “I have an older brother and an older sister who were out adventuring at the time. They were away from Listening Thunder Peak when the incident occurred.”