Sun Wutian sighed deeply when he reached this point.
It was clear that his heart was filled with complicated emotions as well.
"I was jealous of him. He did the same things I did, so why could he live so freely? Not only was he fine, but his family was fine too. Is there any justice left in this world? Why were people's fates so different!?"
"So I killed his entire family!"
"But after killing his entire family, I regretted it even more."
There was pain in Sun Wutian's voice.
But Fang Che no longer felt any sympathy for this Old Devil.
He merely listened in silence.
"Perhaps, in the eyes of a staunch Devil Disciple like you, what I did was immensely satisfying... After all, I killed a powerful enemy!"
Sun Wutian gave a cackling laugh. "That's why you couldn't help shouting 'Good.'"
Fang Che lowered his head. "This disciple truly thought it was good... Ancestor, please forgive me."
Sun Wutian snorted angrily and wanted to hit him again, but after thinking it over, he sighed. "Forget it. It's only right that you think this way."
Fang Che said, "But Ancestor's teaching is reasonable. Such an opponent truly deserves our respect. I wonder, after this Thirteen Deadly Blades lost to Ancestor in battle, did he say anything?"
Fang Che had asked this question in a surge of emotion, though he really should not have.
But Sun Wutian was equally stirred. As he gazed into the distance, flickering images passed through his eyes, as though he had returned to that battle all those years ago. Only after a long while did he say softly, "He didn't say anything from beginning to end."
"Even when I chopped off his head, his eyes closed quietly, and his face remained calm and scornful."