"Your position as Chief Judge is rather awkward now, my lord. It was appointed by the sect, but you aren't the Hall Master. Although the Chief Guardian is stationed here, he isn't subordinate to the Main Trial Hall. Although Guardian Ning is under your command, he likewise isn't subordinate to the Main Trial Hall."
"As for me... I'm a guilty man now. I have to rely on the Main Trial Hall to survive."
"But dealing with the Spirit Snake Ferret requires an expert to hold down the fort. That's why I made a bet with Guardian Ning."
Feng Nuan offered his advice in all sincerity. "My lord, you must give this matter some thought."
"You have a point."
Fang Che agreed wholeheartedly.
"Also... if my estimation is correct, my lord, you'll eventually return to the Night Demon Sect in the southeast. The Southeast Headquarters will also need you to establish a foundation there before you can come back again."
Feng Nuan said cautiously, "But during this journey back and forth, you must guard against the gap in between."
"I know."
Fang Che spoke gravely. "Second Master Feng, don't worry about that. In truth, you and I are the same—nothing but life and death! At the Main Trial Hall, it's a matter of life and death for me. But as long as I make it back to the Night Demon Sect alive, the Night Demon Sect will still be mine. Conversely, it's the same. As long as I can return alive from the southeast, the Main Trial Hall likewise won't be something anyone can take away."
"As for dying outside or dying here... once I'm dead, there's no need to consider anything anymore."
Fang Che spoke very slowly.
He understood what Feng Nuan meant: he had explained things from the standpoint