Yan Nan smiled and said, "So, your master had no complaints at all?"
"No, he had complaints—very serious complaints, very deep resentment. This subordinate is the same as my master; I harbor plenty of deep resentment too! I wouldn't dare conceal it from Vice Head Sect Leader Yan."
Fang Che lowered his head as he spoke.
"Oh?"
Yan Nan narrowed her eyes.
"But what my master and this subordinate resent... is, is... is those sect higher-ups at Headquarters."
Fang Che bowed his head. "I wouldn't dare conceal this. I truly resent them, and... after my master passed away, this resentment only grew heavier. It gradually showed signs of turning into an obsession."
Under Yan Nan's cool gaze, Fang Che said his final words. "...But this subordinate never thought of suppressing it."
"What if you were given the chance?"
Yan Nan asked.
"Kill them!"
Fang Che clearly uttered those two words.
Yan Nan's gaze remained cold as she stared at Fang Che, motionless for a long time.
Cold sweat poured down Fang Che's body. Bead-sized drops continuously seeped from his forehead. Yet he stubbornly held his ground, refusing to take back his words or admit fault.
Yan Nan finally looked away and said indifferently, "Such a heavy killing intent isn't a good thing."
Fang Che still said nothing.
He understood that this was Yan Nan's warning, but he bore it head-on.
Yan Nan said indifferently, "Your master, Yin Shen Gong, died, and you're avenging him. You're also inheriting the resentment he carried while alive... Then let me ask you one thing."
She asked quietly, "If one day Chief Guardian Sun Wutian died at someone else's hands, what would you do?"
Sun Wutian immediately became interested in this question as well.
He pricked up his ears and looked at Fang Che, waiting