"Junior Brother Chen."
Fang Fuyao enunciated each word. "Have you thought this through?"
"I have always been clear-minded."
Chen Sanshi raised his spear and repeated, "I ask Senior Brother Fang and Fellow Daoist Li to spare their lives!"
He could feel it.
The pressure brought by this Sword Venerable.
With a single thought, the other party could crush him to dust.
Just as he prepared to use Nirvana to flee, the pressure between heaven and earth unexpectedly began to fade.
Fang Fuyao flicked his finger.
The flying sword embedded in Qingyang's chest turned to dust.
He said flatly, "For Junior Brother's sake, I'll spare your lives. Get lost."
"Cough, cough."
Qingyang spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted on the spot.
Li Guanfu stepped forward to support him and asked, "Little Friend Chen, what about you?"
"Do not worry about me."
Chen Sanshi transmitted his voice. "You should leave first."
Li Guanfu knew that staying would be useless, so he departed with the others, carrying Qingyang away. They soon vanished beyond the end of sight.
"Thank you, Senior Brother Fang."
Chen Sanshi was somewhat surprised.
It seemed that—
The people of the Luoxiao Sect did not wish to fall out with him either.
"Junior Brother Chen."
Fang Fuyao took the initiative to explain, "During this time, I did indeed prevent them from approaching you, but it was not to restrict your freedom. It was to keep you from being beguiled by these people."
"I can judge right and wrong for myself. Up to now, I have not joined the Slay Immortal Sect."
Chen Sanshi said, "I hope Senior Brother Fang will refrain from interfering too much in the future."
Fang Fuyao nodded. "I understand."
Only then did Chen Sanshi change the subject and ask about Blood River Venerable.
Fang