Guan Zai stared fixedly into Ye Fan's eyes, his gaze growing colder and colder.
"Sword Saint..." Guan Zai gritted his teeth. "Just because he is Great Xia's Sword Saint, you can disregard whether he lives or dies? Just because he is the Sword Saint... you can force him to his death?"
"I never forced him."
"Bullshit!"
Guan Zai cursed furiously, "Ye Fan, do you think I don't know you? You definitely wouldn't force him directly, but you would tell him how many people would die if he didn't go, what Great Xia would lose because of it, making him feel that he had no choice but to go...
You are exploiting his innocence and kindness, turning him into Great Xia's sword!
How is what you're doing any different from those people who bullied him before?!"
Ye Fan's body trembled almost imperceptibly.
He remained silent for a long time before slowly speaking:
"This... is the duty of a Human Apex."
"Duty? Hehehe..." Guan Zai sneered. "Sword Saint, Human Apex, the duty to protect Great Xia... Ye Fan, you have always been the one standing on the moral high ground!
If not for you, Zhou Ping would never have set foot on this path!
Zhou Ping!
He was just a child who had been bullied since he was young, who loved martial arts stories and dreamed of becoming a great hero!
Why did you have to make him bear the duty of a Human Apex, make him become the Sword Saint, make him protect this world that had once left him covered in wounds?
What you made him carry is far too heavy!
He should have lived well in that little rustic restaurant, grown up well, read the books he liked, and spend this life peacefully and happily...
He should never have