Sun Wutian snorted. "Someone like Jun Lin is indeed rare, but if Jun Lin were standing before me, I could still call him an old lecher. But even I, Sun Wutian, would never curse Eastern Chief Strategist. It's not that I can't, nor that I don't dare—it's that I'm unwilling!"
"Human society is simply this muddled. Even if one day Eastern Chief Strategist were defeated in battle and stood right in front of me, I still wouldn't be willing to use my blade to hack off his head!"
Sun Wutian said, "That is what it means to perfect the human character."
Feng Yun completely agreed with him. "Yes! But the filth of human society is equally impossible to deny."
"Of course!"
Sun Wutian said matter-of-factly, "Eastern Chief Strategist is respected by others, right? Great, right?"
"Yes!"
Feng Yun agreed from the bottom of his heart.
"But I guarantee you, even someone like Eastern Chief Strategist would still have countless people on Guardian Continent who, if given a hundred taels of silver, would sell him out!"
"Give them a beauty to sleep with for one night, and if given the chance, they would tie Eastern Chief Strategist up and deliver him to you."
Sun Wutian looked at Feng Yun. "Do you believe that?"
"I do!"
Feng Yun sighed.
"Once you see through all this, you feel that the human world is truly meaningless."
Sun Wutian said coldly, "Take Fang Che's matter, for instance. Because Fang Che is Night Demon, after such a storm, we can still keep him alive. But if Fang Che were simply Fang Che, without the identity of Night Demon, could he survive?"
"Absolutely impossible! Ten Fang Ches would have died long ago in this storm! And after death, they would be doomed to bear infamy for all