This ring was something Fang Che had deliberately taken.
All along, he had deliberately maintained this image in the Sole True Sect. At first, his excuse had been, "I suffered from poverty as a child and became afraid of being poor." Later, it became, "Our Night Demon Sect is poor," and he had kept it up ever since.
It had practically become his trademark.
If he changed now, then whenever someone brought it up in the future, they would inevitably slap labels like "easily swayed by appearances, unstable in his youth, and prone to changing moods" on him.
That would be no small matter when it came to the higher-ups' impression of him.
Besides, if he never changed, he instead became a source of amusement for the higher-ups—and that was extremely useful.
There was also this... After accomplishing a great feat, it was best to expose some minor flaw and let the higher-ups laugh and scold him a couple of times. As for this point, those who understood, understood.
It created a sense of familiarity, of being a junior, of being one of their own, along with the leaders' wisdom, might, and lofty stature.
If one accomplished a feat and simply accepted the reward as a matter of course, then even when the reward arrived, it would remain official business, with no connection whatsoever to personal feelings or emotional fluctuations. One would never become someone close to the leader or a trusted confidant!
Fang Che had studied this point for a very long time.
Sure enough, someone spoke up for him.
Bi Changhong laughed heartily. "Third Brother, you don't know this, but the Night Demon has always been the sort to strip the sky three feet bare and pluck every feather from a passing goose. That fellow's greed for money