"Mm..."
Dongfang Sansan pondered in silence, somewhat stunned by those words.
It seemed he had pushed too hard. The man had actually blurted out something like that—but there was no way he could respond to it.
It seemed his assessment of the old boy's intelligence needed to be lowered another notch.
"Ninth Master, you're being far too cautious."
Sun Wutian was still trying his best. He said heavily, "I've taught this child for two years."
"I understand. Even if I don't trust other people, I still have to trust you, Thirteen Deadly Blades."
Dongfang Sansan visibly relaxed. He smiled and said, "Thirteen Deadly Blades, don't get too worked up either. Think about it—if I made a mistake in this regard, and Fang Che really was a Great Devil... If I nurtured him into a hero of the continent, you understand the consequences..."
"I understand!"
Sun Wutian nodded forcefully.
Dongfang Sansan sighed softly and hurriedly brought the conversation back around. "How did Sun Wutian happen to discover you so coincidentally?"
"I was farming at home..."
Putting himself into the feelings of Thirteen Deadly Blades, Sun Wutian wore a sorrowful expression. With restrained grief and indignation, he slowly said, "I don't even know how it happened. Almost as if bewitched, that devil suddenly turned around..."
"When he suddenly struck, I counterattacked instinctively and exposed myself... Sigh."
Sun Wutian sighed softly. "That devil truly is... utterly devoid of conscience."
Dongfang Sansan also sighed softly. "What about Sun Wutian...?"
"His skills? Or his character? Or something else?"
Sun Wutian asked tentatively, lifting his teacup for a sip.
"All of it."
Dongfang Sansan spoke softly.
"His cultivation, martial power, and combat strength are all formidable. He's vicious, savage, and utterly without humanity."
Sun Wutian answered without hesitation. "A devil like that shouldn't remain in this