Hearing Dongfang Sansan sigh,—
Yan Nan looked around at the noisy crowd with disdain and said mockingly, "The strong's success or failure is the weak's carnival; the lives and deaths of those in the clouds are the masses' gambling table. Dongfang, how ironic."
"But only in a world like this can one temper the heart and pursue cultivation."
Dongfang Sansan said calmly, "Brother Yan, the reason you and I didn't stop them wasn't precisely because of this? All kinds of schemes and joys and sorrows, all kinds of twisted human nature, all kinds of filthy thoughts, all kinds of duplicity... This is what the human world is."
"You and I are human, Brother Yan. Just like you and me, we're scheming too. In the eyes of the Gods in the blue sky above our heads..."
Dongfang Sansan turned to look at the noisy sea of people. "...Brother Yan, how are you and I any different from them?"
Yan Nan fell silent.
After a long while, she gently let out a breath. "Dongfang, I've learned from you."
She instructed the people behind her, "Bring some more of my tea for the Eastern Chief Strategist, as a token of thanks."
Dongfang Sansan smiled bitterly. "Brother Yan, sometimes it's fine to leave a favor owing for a while."
"No!"
Yan Nan said resolutely, "No matter what the future holds, I will never join hands with you! I can't owe you anything—not even a single word!"
This time, Yan Nan had made her meaning utterly plain once more!
Dongfang Sansan sighed softly and said in a low voice, "I never intended to join hands with you. The Guardians and the Sole True Sect joining forces would be a huge loss!"
"Life and death are merely a game. Victory and defeat may bring pain, but