[Why? Such a simple question shouldn't be so damn complicated to answer. Meng Yao grabs hold of the fabric covering his chest, his fingers aching from the strain.]

I'm sure you have heard what they say about me? The son of a prostitute, the unwanted child of Jin Guangshan?

[He forces himself to calm, though his hand shakes.]

I have only wanted one thing... Acceptance. I saw a way to achieve what I wanted, but I needed a distraction. After the Wen sect was exterminated, I used you for that task.