The Lord did not understand what Qin Yang meant and still wanted to keep babbling.
Qin Yang sighed again.
"Don't you understand what a persona is?
Then let me explain it to you.
All along, whether in legends or in the views and accounts of ancient people, your image and persona have been fairly good. Everyone has held you in great respect.
Even when Black Shadow said you were black-hearted, I only assumed he was routinely badmouthing you because of Qin Kun.
Compared to you, Fengdu Great Emperor's reputation and all the tales surrounding him were actually far worse. He was the one people had smeared the most.
I once thought Fengdu Great Emperor was not too far removed from the legends. He really was dark.
Speaking of being dark, I'm not deliberately smearing anyone. None of those who made it this far are clean.
Fengdu Great Emperor, most of the Twelve Masters, and me now—if we have to put it that way, we're all dark. We're all Old Silver Coins."
At that point, Qin Yang paused. He raised his head to look at the Lord, his gaze gradually sharpening.
"But there is one thing you fundamentally do not understand.
Whether you are dark or underhanded, those are only methods, never the goal.
To say something rather disrespectful, Heaven Thief Master bore the word 'thief' in his title. Before attaining the Dao, his methods were likely more unscrupulous than all of ours combined.
Yet the faith Heaven Thief Master upheld had never wavered. To the human race, every one of his methods was righteous, every one worthy of admiration.
Even at the end of his life, the method he used was still to steal a sliver of hope from beyond this universe. Yet his goal and his faith were never