Fang Yunzheng spoke with an especially solemn expression.
Fang Yunzheng had discussed similar questions with his son many times before.
Moreover, as Fang Che's position in the Sole True Sect rose higher and higher, Fang Yunzheng spoke with him about such matters more and more frequently.
Having once been an undercover agent himself, Fang Yunzheng almost knew every step Fang Che was taking now and the impact each had on his heart and emotions.
Every step forward was a shock to the emotions.
It also deepened the bonds.
Thus, whenever Fang Che advanced another step in his position within the Sole True Sect, Fang Yunzheng would always ask him this question.
But he had never asked it so directly before.
He had even brought up specific names and specific events to question his son.
Fang Yunzheng had been extremely nervous when asking.
He even felt more nervous than his own son.
And he himself did not know what kind of answer he wanted to hear from Fang Che.
That single sentence was like a bolt of thunder, cleaving into Fang Che's mind.
"When Yan Nan, Bai Jing, and Sun Wutian are facing a Guardians' kill strike from which there is no escape, and I happen to be on the battlefield, what should I do?"
A scene like that seemed to appear before Fang Che's eyes.
He was standing at the edge of the battlefield, watching the great battle in the center. Sun Wutian's hair hung loose and his whole body was covered in blood as he fought Xue Fuxiao to the death, finally falling into a disadvantageous position.
Yet Sun Wutian did not retreat.
He desperately met Xue Fuxiao's blade with his own life.
In three moves, he would be separated from his head.
And at that moment, Fang Che