"Little Junior Brother, pull yourself together!"
Seeing that Fang Chang wasn't doing well, Cheng Yun hurriedly tried to comfort him. "Although we failed this time, we at least got a good read on Qin Feng. Next time, we'll definitely help you rescue the woman you love."
"Nanfeng..."
Fang Chang couldn't hold it in any longer. Tears welled in his eyes.
Especially when he thought of Princess Nanfeng falling into that Qin bandit's hands for a hundred years, and how everything that should have happened—and shouldn't have happened—had happened, an indescribable grief and indignation surged through him. It was as if thousands of sharp blades were mercilessly slicing him apart, the pain piercing to his very heart.
"Little Junior Brother, why are you crying?!"
Yulu hurried over to comfort him. "You heard Qin Hao just now. Princess Nanfeng never loved you at all, and she's been with Qin Feng for a hundred years. They might even have children by now. Why hang yourself from this one tree!?"
"I don't believe it!!"
Fang Chang immediately lost his composure and roared at Yulu, his eyes red.
"Is that any way to comfort someone!?"
Cheng Yun immediately glared at Yulu, then personally tried to reassure Fang Chang. "We didn't fail this time because the three of us weren't capable. It's because Qin Feng and his brother were too shameless, interrupting your chance to break through to the Immortal Lord Realm."
"Was I wrong to comfort him!?"
Yulu muttered in dissatisfaction, thinking that Fang Chang simply couldn't face reality.
He'd cultivated in the Hidden Sect for a hundred years, yet not only had he failed to surpass Qin Feng in combat strength, the gap between them had grown wider and wider. That made it clear they weren't even on the same level. So the best