After helping Mo Fan regenerate his severed arm and dealing with the Cursed Beast Demon, Fu Ye stopped what he was doing.
"All right, the commission has been perfectly resolved. I won't keep chatting with you."
As he spoke, Fu Ye glanced back, only to find that Yu Ang, who had been standing there moments ago, had already vanished without a trace.
Of course.
For Fu Ye, catching Yu Ang would have been ridiculously easy, but he could not be bothered with such a thankless task.
For Mo Fan in his early days, Yu Ang played the special role of a "guide." As long as Yu Ang remained alive, Mo Fan would retain the mindset of improving his strength merely to protect himself.
"Wait, Fu Ye. Yu Ang can't have gotten far. He's still—"
Mo Fan spoke up, wanting Fu Ye to deal with Mo Fan, but Fu Ye simply ignored him.
"That has nothing to do with me. I'm only responsible for making sure you don't die, not for hunting down Black Vatican members. That's what the Judgment Association is supposed to do."
Fu Ye's words rooted Mo Fan to the spot. He had not expected the other man to say something like that.
In Mo Fan's eyes, with strength as great as Fu Ye's, dealing with the Black Vatican should have been effortless.
"Why? You're obviously so strong—"
Hearing Mo Fan's words, Fu Ye speechlessly dug at his ear.
"So what? I'm not some savior. I only saved you so my little partner could collect the commission. Don't think you're anything special. In my eyes, you're just an idiot with absurdly good luck, someone who makes everything about himself and is blindly arrogant and overconfident."
When it came down to it, Mo Fan could have avoided this pursuit