The Old Devil's Twisted Hobby (Part One and Two Combined)

Fang Che frowned.

He looked at the reply.

Then he began to consider: Would Sun Wutian go? The Old Devil had no idea what he was doing these days. He was nowhere to be seen day after day. All Fang Che knew was that the fellow was still in Heavenly Capital City.

He was probably burrowing into teahouses all over the city every day.

Listening to storytellers.

The key was that he was listening to stories those storytellers had made up about Captain Fang. Old Sun was addicted to it now, listening for an entire day at a time. Once he finished at one teahouse, he would move on to the next and continue listening.

With white hair and white brows, his face kind and benevolent, he would sit down with a cup of tea and not move. With silver paving the way, even if he had missed the best seat, Old Sun could still buy it.

He listened while discussing the stories with others. He was truly living the life of an immortal.

Fang Che somewhat understood Old Sun's state of mind. Precisely because he understood it, his own feelings grew increasingly complicated.

"I have to say, Old Sun really is a bit of a pity."

Fang Che sighed inwardly.

Through a twist of fate, he had become a devil and incurred blood debts as vast as mountains and seas.

He knew he had been wrong, and he knew regret. Yet the most exasperating part was precisely this: the original intent in his heart had never changed. Even now, when he was the Wutian Saber Devil rampaging through the mortal world, his original purpose was still to uphold justice and stand up for the wronged!

He still wanted to kill every villain under heaven and make this human world