Qin Yang's words were not particularly polite. Passerby B froze for a moment, but did not argue. After thinking it over himself, he gave a bitter laugh. It really did seem to be just like that.
Mei Yan did not even care about Passerby A. Why would he care about a Passerby B with a worse background and weaker strength?
His thoughts had already sunk into vengeance, unable to pull themselves free.
Now that the turmoil in his heart had suddenly dispersed, he had become much clearer-headed, yet even more lost.
Other than revenge, there was nothing left in his world.
Seeing Passerby B standing there with bewilderment in his eyes, Qin Yang reached out and patted his shoulder.
"Look on the bright side. Losing your goal so quickly would be far too boring. Think of the good possibilities. Maybe after you set that whoever it was up, Mei Yan happened to be in a good mood and did not kill him."
A question mark seemed to appear over Passerby B's head as he glanced sideways at Qin Yang.
That was looking on the bright side? "So, don't make enemies. How nice it is to settle a grudge on the spot. If you can't settle it on the spot, this is how troublesome it becomes."
Qin Yang sighed. Thinking about it, he was actually rather similar to Passerby B. No wonder he had found him interesting.
If he could have stabbed the Ten Directions Emperor to death earlier, he would not have needed to spend several hundred years laying the groundwork for this.
If, after all those years of effort, he truly did stab the Ten Directions Emperor to death, he might end up like Passerby B now—suddenly losing his goal and becoming utterly lost.
Which was to say, when