[Yes, he’s well aware of the sting of betrayal. The pain lingers whether it’s recent or ancient. He nods but doesn’t feel the need to explain himself. He doesn’t need the brat’s blessing, after all.]

He will never hurt me, Kexing.

[While he understands his descendant-in-law’s anger and his wary attitude, his eyes narrow, his nostrils flare, and a deep, dangerous rumble comes from the ancient… bear.]

Say that again and enjoy immortality without a tongue!