Shoveling the First Mound of Earth onto Their Graves with Our Own Hands

"..." The entire dim meeting room was silent, with only faint, scattered breathing audible. Candlelight reflected along both sides, illuminating everyone seated around the conference table. Their expressions were subtly complicated as their flickering gazes rested silently on that figure. If they did not want "peace," then they would be given "peace"... Everyone interpreted those words differently. "There are still some things I want to say." Yun Chuan folded his hands on the table, propped up his chin, and smiled at everyone.