"Hmm... this grandnephew still has some sense."
"Otherwise, if he fell into a Purple Mansion grand formation, I wouldn't lift a finger to save him..."
High in the sky, Fang Qing cast a casual glance below, then prepared to return to Xituo Commandery.
The Fang Family still had descendants carrying on its bloodline. The life or death of a mere Fang Yixin mattered even less to him, and certainly wasn't worth a special rescue. But that Tian Jinchen... he wasn't brought into the Grotto-Heaven last time?
At the thought, he contacted Sangji, the White Bone Dharma King.
"Reporting to the Venerable One... Tian Jinchen has been stripped of all his allotted fortune. Instead, ill luck and karmic calamities cling to him, foretelling a miserable old age... presumably, this is the Cliffside Purple Mansion's scheme to make him suffer every hardship in his later years... he probably offended some True Person with his words."
Sangji's response came quickly. "As far as this humble monk knows, that Must Enjoy to the Full has already been sent to Cliff-Top... this man is nothing but stinking dog shit. There is no need to bother with him. If you are displeased, Venerable One, you may kill him at your leisure. There will be no consequences."
"These Purple Mansion True Persons really are petty..."
Fang Qing couldn't help laughing, then realized he seemed to have insulted Sangji along with them.
After all, someone had killed Sangji's Mingzi and caused him a little loss of face, and he had immediately retaliated: True Lord Profound Earth's sect headquarters had been breached, only one of the Seven Sons of Profound Earth had survived, and who knew how many disciples and blood relatives had been converted...
He wasn't exactly broad-minded either.
"In that case, there's no need to bother with