This Connection Runs Deep

The Wind Saber's face twisted this way and that.

He knew that Wise Hai Chen's main goal in speaking in such pointed, loaded sentences was to needle him.

But there was nothing he could do.

Who could he blame for misjudging someone and offending him? When he heard Fang Che going on and on, he knew he had no choice but to swallow his pride. He put an arm around Fang Che's shoulders and laughed heartily. "I was wrong... Is that good enough? I'm sorry... Fine, brother... My own brother, I was blind... I've already become a laughingstock, so what else do you want from me?"

As he spoke, he hugged Fang Che's shoulders and slapped them hard, making them resound like thunder.

He was a Ninth-Rank Saint King, and his slaps left Fang Che's shoulder completely numb.

With a face full of smiles, one sentence ingratiating, the next apologizing, and the one after that threatening him again—in short, he brought out every trick in the book. His ultimate goal was just one thing: You're not allowed to be angry with me.

Fang Che naturally wasn't truly angry. Casting him a sidelong glance, he said sarcastically, "You became a laughingstock because you brought it on yourself, didn't you? What does that have to do with me? Oh, right, what about my connection... Do you think it still runs deep?"

Several squad leaders and the people nearby heard that and struggled desperately not to laugh out loud.

It was rare to see their mighty, imposing, refined, and dashing Wolf Head get roasted like this...

The Wind Saber's old face flushed red. He slapped Fang Che's shoulder even harder. "It runs deep! It really runs deep! It's deeper than anything! Deep enough to reach the heavens!"

"That's good, then."

Fang Che said