Hearing the venomous tone Gui Xingfu used to speak of himself, a cold sneer spread across Ling Ao's face.
Gui Xingfu said: "I may lack dignity and spine, but I know their worth and wouldn't desecrate them. I won't make any excuses or gild my actions. In other words, even if I become a harlot, I would never pretend to be chaste. Whereas you, Ling Ao, play the harlot and yet insist on erecting a memorial arch of chastity. Your refusal to surrender to Suo Lun is out of jealousy, what does it have to do with dignity or spine? Stop gilding your own face."
These words struck straight at the most fragile part of Ling Ao's heart.
Instantly, Ling Ao roared: "Gui Xingfu, don't project your own craven fear of death onto me. I am not as spineless as you, not as devoid of righteousness and shame. My knees are too stiff to kneel, and my back too firm to bend."
