Deputy Envoy Tu pleaded with tears of blood.
In truth, he really couldn't understand what was wrong with Elder Hong.
Back then, when Internal Envoy Qin was killed, Elder Hong had smashed a cup.
With Elder Hong's temper, how could he possibly let that Xu brat off?
But now that he'd brought in a helper, Elder Hong refused to see him. What was that supposed to mean?
"Get up. You're good in every way, except that you're not smart, yet you love pretending you are."
Elder Hong waved his hand. "Did you think that because Xu brat made me lose face, I had to fight him to the death? Heh, I won't hide it from you. At first, I really did think that way. To lose face to a mere probationary disciple and not win it back—wouldn't that be humiliating?"
"But could you have imagined that in just a little over ten days, Xu Yi would completely outshine Jun Wuxie and become the number-one Inner Sect Disciple? If I still clung to him over a trifling matter of face, then I really would've lived all these years like a dog. You wanted to use Jun Wuxie as a spear. How do you know Jun Wuxie didn't want to use me as one? The younger generation is formidable, Tu San. Don't take these people lightly."
Deputy Envoy Tu bowed and replied, "Yes," then said cautiously, "But people's hearts are hard to fathom. If a man has no intention of harming a tiger, but the tiger means to hurt him, what should he do?"
Elder Hong said, "If Xu Yi really were a shallow fellow, I wouldn't have let this go so easily. But that fellow is sharp as a monkey. When it came to planting the seedlings, he managed not to