"I never wanted you to get too deeply involved with me because I was worried that after you got into Martial University, you'd be implicated because of it."
"Turns out what I was worried about still happened. Those people at Huaying are wary of my enemies, and no one is willing to be your mentor."
"Overall, I'm responsible for most of it."
Fang Xiong slowly stepped out of the shadows. Under the moonlight, a trace of helplessness flashed across his face.
"Teacher Fang is responsible for most of it?" Chen Yu roughly understood. Tilting his head, he asked, "Then what's the small part?"
"Because you're too much like me when I was young." Fang Xiong shrugged and began counting on his fingers.
"Biohuman, outstanding talent with the saber, Thunder Extreme Saber at the Perfected Stage, flamboyant temperament, Huaying Martial University..."
Fang Xiong had run out of fingers on both hands before he had finished listing their similarities.
"So I account for most of it, and you account for the smaller part."
"My fault." Chen Yu nodded in agreement. "It's all because I'm too talented. Otherwise, there probably wouldn't be so much trouble."
"That's right. Blame you for being as gifted as I was." Fang Xiong sounded wistful.
If Chen Yu's talent had been ordinary, no one would have linked him to Fang Xiong at all.
It was precisely because Chen Yu was too talented—so talented that he was exactly like Fang Xiong had been back then—that some people found it hard to sit still.
After saying that, Fang Xiong's expression turned serious.
"Enough. Let's stop joking around."
"Kid, are you afraid of the enemies behind me?"
"Let me remind you first: they're a force renowned even in the Demon Mountain Starfield. They're figures who can decide the fate of Crimson