"I have nothing I'm unwilling to part with when it comes to you, Old Master."
Fang Che sighed. "Some things sound clichéd when spoken aloud, but they still need to be said: without you, there would be no Night Demon today."
Sun Wutian stroked his ring and laughed self-deprecatingly. "Tsk, tsk... The Sole True Sect actually produced someone with such a conscience. That makes you quite the oddity."
Fang Che laughed. "That isn't right, Ancestor. Take your old brothers from back then—the Yin Devil and Poison Devil Seniors. Weren't you all sincere with one another?"
"It's different."
Sun Wutian shook his head, his eyes distant and full of emotion. "You were all worn down and beaten into submission by your scheming and infighting before that... In the devil's den, everything still comes down to strength. Once you have strength, affection deepens little by little as you spend time together."
He smiled faintly. "It's different from the Guardians' side."
"Over here with the Guardians, there's no shortage of deceit and trickery either, but most high-level martial artists still possess the basic character of the martial path."
Sun Wutian was deeply moved by this. "After all, if your heart isn't sincere, your martial path can't reach the pinnacle. That saying applies everywhere. It's just that over at the Sole True Sect, you need to beat them into submission first. Over here... there's somewhat less vicious plotting."
At this point, he suddenly grew bored again and said listlessly, "That's all. Yes... that's all."
Fang Che said, "Over there, keep your eyes open."
Fang Che smiled with pursed lips. "Don't worry, Old Master."
Sun Wutian cursed, "Naturally. You little bastard are full of bad ideas. It's already good enough if you don't go and con others! It won't be easy for anyone else to