Dongfang Sansan sighed and turned his head. "Liang Ziqing, don't take it too much to heart. Rui Qianshan is blunt and outspoken. He always likes to tell the truth, even when it hurts people. Let this matter pass."
He turned and walked away.
To be honest, Dongfang Sansan felt exceptionally refreshed.
For ten thousand years, he had always spoken kindly and received with courtesy every force that might be recruited or absorbed. Those were all forces that could be won over.
Because the Guardians were too weak.
But because of that, quite a few people, Liang Ziqing among them, had taken advantage of Dongfang Sansan's reluctance to fall out with them and repeatedly polished their reputations in the martial world.
I won't contribute to the Guardians, but I can use you to elevate myself.
"Ninth Master personally came to invite me, and I refused."
Just think about how impressive that sounded. Yet this time, Dongfang Sansan could finally say what he had wanted to say most.
Come if you want. If you don't, then forget it.
That confidence came from the gods' revival, from fortune's return, and from... Lord of the Dark Night! So now Dongfang Sansan truly felt that his back was straight.
It was a feeling that had come ten thousand years late.
When Dongfang Sansan said those words, he even felt his State of Mind rise by half a step.
All these years, he had confronted the Sole True Sect with the attitude that they could always perish together if need be. But... whenever victory or defeat was involved, who did not want to win? Was it really satisfying to strap explosives to one's belly every day just to scare this person and threaten that one? But from now on, things were different.
From this day forth,