Fang Che's attitude was clear.
Based on Yin Shen Gong's feedback some time ago, Fang Che had basically figured out this sect master's pulse.
"We're all from the One Heart Sect. As long as it benefits the One Heart Sect, you can do whatever you want! And if you can suppress our competitors, even better!"
Wasn't that hard to understand? They all belonged to the Sole True Sect, yet each wanted the others dead! Why?
But it became clear with a different explanation: factional struggles in the imperial court.
They all belonged to the same country and served the same monarch, yet they schemed against one another every day, locked in a life-and-death struggle.
Because if you rose, I couldn't rise.
If you held more power, my voice would carry less weight.
On the surface, the Left Chancellor and Right Chancellor stood evenly matched, working together harmoniously with all their strength. But the people beneath them didn't know how many disputes they would stir up every day, how many people they would sabotage, how many times they would pull each other back, how many would die, or how many families would be ruined.
This was the martial world. This was human nature. This was factionalism.
That was getting off topic.
Yin Shen Gong was a leading figure among the One Heart Sect's factions, but he absolutely wasn't the highest-ranking one. The highest-ranking one had to be in the main sect!
Since Yin Shen Gong had such thoughts and methods, the person above him surely thought the same way—without that person's instructions, Yin Shen Gong wouldn't have come up with such ideas; in other words, without that person backing him, Yin Shen Gong wouldn't have dared to act this way.
It was precisely because someone would clean up after him that