"..."
Sun Wutian was speechless.
"Third Brother, that wasn't the right way to handle it, was it? If you were worried he'd sell you out, you should've blocked everyone else instead. After all, he told others that they were the ones who sought you out, not him."
"Yes, that's exactly what I did."
Feng Du stood with his hands behind his back, facing the wind with an airy calm and a hint of smugness. "So now, none of them can contact me at all."
Sun Wutian was utterly dumbfounded. "Third Brother, you really are... the number-one genius of the Sole True Sect."
Feng Du wore the otherworldly bearing of an immortal beyond the mortal world and smiled faintly. "To attain great freedom, one must make great sacrifices."
Then his face twisted as he vented, "What do you know?! Yan Wu and that bunch of little bastards are so annoying! So annoying!! As long as I'm in the sect, there's an endless stream of things they come to ask me about. Look at me—I haven't been around for several thousand years, and everything's still just fine, isn't it? Why do they have to ask me about everything? What the hell do they need me for? So annoying! So annoying!"
It was plain to see that Vice Head Sect Leader Feng was thoroughly sick of the sect's affairs.
That intense resistance had seeped through him from inside out, surging from his very bones until it was strong enough to break through the heavens.
Sun Wutian raised a thumb, genuinely impressed. "Third Brother, I've always known you were the Sole True Sect's number-one immortal. I just kept wondering—could it be because your cultivation was higher than the Head Sect Leader's? Now I understand. The title 'number-one immortal' really suits you! You truly deserve