[He starts to shake the moment he finishes viewing the video. Justice has come at last. A cold sweat pricks at his skin and he grips his shoulder; the pain of losing his arm is hardly forgotten. His fingers graze his chest too, recalling the agony of Zewu-Jun's sword piercing all the way through.
Meng Yao has no guarantee that he won't suffer similarly, however if he doesn't go, they will pursue him. And that meeting will surely be worse.
He drags in a sharp breath, drinks a glass of water - he can't have anything stronger thanks to the pain medication - and makes sure he looks somewhat presentable. Hopefully they don't mind him being paler than a ghost.]
[Action Disaster]
Meng Yao has no guarantee that he won't suffer similarly, however if he doesn't go, they will pursue him. And that meeting will surely be worse.
He drags in a sharp breath, drinks a glass of water - he can't have anything stronger thanks to the pain medication - and makes sure he looks somewhat presentable. Hopefully they don't mind him being paler than a ghost.]