Chen Gu said anxiously, "Third Brother is right. Over all these years, the foundation we have today is inseparable from Big Brother and Third Brother's protectiveness toward us. Their favoritism has been our brothers' talisman."
"For so many years, every person whose hands were once stained with our brothers' blood has failed to survive until now—not a single one. As long as Third Brother is here, he'll always vent that anger for us brothers."
Feng Du let out a deep sigh. "But ever since I entered seclusion and stopped caring about worldly affairs, I have to admit that many of our old brothers have also passed away."
Chen Gu consoled him, "Many of them were killed on the battlefield, killed because they stood on opposite sides. Those debts are difficult to calculate. Third Brother, don't take them to heart."
Feng Du chuckled. "If they truly died in fair combat at the hands of enemies, what could I say? I could only collect those debts when I encountered them on the battlefield. Seventh Brother, what you said makes sense."
He sighed. "What pains me most is when old brothers die at the hands of their own people. And when they die at the hands of their own people without even knowing why—that is especially heartbreaking."
As he said this, his gaze drifted lightly across Chen Gu's face.
Chen Gu said cautiously, "Indeed. The sect has been a complete cesspit these past years."
"Heh heh. A complete cesspit."
Feng Du smiled faintly. "I saw it."
He stopped speaking with Chen Gu and turned to look at all the members of the Feng Family.
Outside.
Of the thirty-two people who had been late, thirty had already arrived. There were actually still two who had not come.
All thirty people knelt outside, but that