Dongfang Sansan did not answer immediately. Instead, he poured a cup of wine and slowly drank it, his eyes thoughtful and grave.
He sorted out his thoughts.
He knew very well that he first had to understand exactly what he was facing.
Fang Yunzheng had come to discuss Fang Che's problem, but was Fang Che's problem really all he himself was facing?
It was a fact that Fang Yunzheng had come seeking advice for his son. But before resolving Fang Che's problem, he first had to settle Fang Yunzheng!
Otherwise, there would be no way even to discuss Fang Che's problem.
When facing someone who had spent his whole life suppressing himself and struggling inwardly, reason could not get through during such a sudden eruption, because he simply would not reason with you—even though reasoning was exactly what he had originally come for!
Fang Laoliu had always harbored pent-up resentment and grievance.
Dongfang Sansan knew this.
Anyone trapped in such a narrow gap would feel resentment.
And did Fang Che?
It was impossible that he did not.
He simply never spoke of it.
But Dongfang Sansan also knew that allowing him to continue suppressing it indefinitely would not do.
He could suppress Fang Yunzheng's resentment and gloom, but Fang Che's situation was far more complicated. Once it erupted, it would be unbearable for Fang Che himself.
As an elder, although he was the highest leader of the Guardian Continent, he could not care only about the greater picture.
If a person had no personal feelings, he would have no sense of righteousness either!
This was Dongfang Sansan's guiding principle in dealing with the world, and something he constantly reminded himself of.
People could not possibly become saints.
All of Fang Yunzheng's pent-up resentment had erupted at this moment under the