Fang Che's words had been exceedingly sharp.
Ning Zaifei listened to every sentence with a pale face, feeling that each one had struck straight into his heart.
That was simply how things were.
Thinking back on all these years, he had roamed the martial world and traveled across the land. Even within the sect, he had been shifted around again and again—today protecting one person, tomorrow supporting another.
Thousands of years had passed.
Everyone he had once protected who was still alive had long since risen to positions of power and influence.
Yet he was still that Guardian of the Sole True Sect from thousands of years ago.
He had never changed.
"Today, you are in my Main Trial Hall. You are my grandmaster's old subordinate, and my Night Demon Sect has benefited from your protection and support. I'm not an ungrateful person, either. So when there are things I can make clear to you, I'll make them clear. That way, your having followed me won't have been in vain."
Fang Che said sincerely, "Guardian Ning, this won't do if it continues."
"Thank you, my lord."
This time, Ning Zaifei spoke from the bottom of his heart. "Every word was golden advice. To be honest, I had never thought about these things before."
Fang Che slowly walked forward. "Who is my Night Demon, that he can order around a peak expert ranked eighth on the Cloud Top Weapon Compendium? And who is Wen Yipin, that he can refuse to give Guardian Ning face?"
"How many young masters are there in the Sole True Sect? Just counting this batch, including Feng Yun, how many are currently growing up? Guardian Ning, do you really intend to assist them one by one in the future? Let every one of them take a turn