Black Shadow was not stupid at all. He knew perfectly well that if he wanted to play mind games with the Lord of the Manor, even if his whole body were covered in extra hearts and minds, he still would not be able to outplay him.
So, if he tried to play that game of maneuvering between both sides and offending neither, the final result would surely be that he gained none of the good fruit and instead got himself covered in trouble.
Therefore, no matter whether the Lord of the Manor meant Qin Yang harm, no matter what sort of relationship the Lord of the Manor had with Qin Yang—even if they were so close they wore the same pair of underpants—
If there was even the slightest chance he needed to choose a side, he would stand firmly and without hesitation on Qin Yang's side.
When it came to understanding someone, he understood Qin Yang far better than he understood the Lord of the Manor.
He had followed Qin Yang since Qin Yang had risen from humble beginnings, serving for many years as an ancient encyclopedia. He knew exactly what kind of person Qin Yang was.
Everyone fought and fought, and in the end, they became companions standing together. Then, he had begun watching Qin Yang's back as Qin Yang moved ahead. Yet Qin Yang had never changed in essence.
But when it came to the Lord of the Manor, Black Shadow could not be certain.
That was in terms of their relationship and friendship.
Even considering pure gains and losses, he still had to stand firmly with Qin Yang. There was no suspense; the times had changed.
Before everything that followed had even unfolded, while the future remained unknown, he had already wagered his life on a