Yu Tianqi's heart settled at once.
The other party was willing to give him face, which could not have been better. He lowered his voice and said, "Regarding Chief Fang, we Guardians must admit that we owe Chief Fang and Brother Blades an apology. We're sorry for the trouble."
As he spoke, he bowed. Then he sighed softly. "Brother Blades, we're not trying to make excuses. But after wandering the martial world for so many years, we naturally understand that every circle, every group, every place—even every place of great justice and light—has its scoundrels! Even within a sect, a faction, or a group of Sworn Brothers, betrayal still exists. How much more so across an entire continent? The existence of scoundrels is unavoidable."
Yu Tianqi sighed from the bottom of his heart. "Our mistake was failing to stop the scoundrels' schemes in time... And in the mortal world, the more heroic someone is, the more people will try to smear them. Brother Blades, heroes... first, they make good topics. Second, every hero inevitably blocks someone's path to wealth. When it comes to shadowy money and unlawful business... they have to trample the hero into the ground before they can proceed smoothly."
"We've rolled and tumbled through this mortal world, rising and sinking, for so many years..."
Yu Tianqi said somewhat helplessly, "Brother Blades, perhaps we could wipe out the Sole True Sect, but the scoundrels across the continent... no matter when, they can never all be killed. We have to admit that."
"But they keep stirring up trouble. Every time a storm rises... it becomes a calamity. We can only deal with it passively; there's no other way... Brother Blades..."
Yu Tianqi's voice was filled with desolation.
After a long while, a long sigh came from the other side.