"This humble monk ought to be asking you: why did you join him?" the Broken Stone Statue countered.
"Why must there be a reason for everything?" Xuan Yetian said.
"Even if you aren't your true self, you cannot possibly be unaware of what happened back then. Yet you still follow him and protect him?" the Broken Stone Statue demanded.
"What if I know? What if I don't? Since when did I need anyone to teach me how to act? I do whatever I please!" Xuan Yetian sneered, utterly unconcerned by what the Broken Stone Statue had mentioned.
"What benefits did they offer you to make someone as proud as you willingly risk his life for them?" the Broken Stone Statue asked.
"That's incorrect. What sort of existence am I? How could 'risking my life for them' possibly apply to me? Cooperation. An alliance. Do you understand?" Xuan Yetian corrected him.
"You know what happened back then, and you know the inside story. Given that, this humble monk refuses to believe you would still help them. This isn't merely heading into the tiger's mountain despite knowing a tiger lurks there—it's courting death!"
The Broken Stone Statue spoke, convinced that if Xuan Yetian wasn't risking his life for them, there had to be some other hidden reason for his actions.
"Actually, my reason for choosing them is quite simple. They are more like people—people of flesh and blood."
"As for whether they succeed or what the future holds, none of that matters. I've never sought merely an outcome."
Xuan Yetian's expression was majestic, his hair dancing, his presence eclipsing past and present. "I've never liked dealing with hypocrites. Whether it's the Dragon Ancestor or the others, they are all far too dark-hearted. I dislike them."
The Broken Stone Statue asked, "It's that