"Tsk, tsk. This Grand Elder Tian Heng really is something!"
The clash between the powerful cultivators of the older generation had nothing to do with Fang Qianyuan. As for the adverse consequences of fighting within the Azure Cloud Sect, Wolf Saint and Elder Deng were there to handle them. He could therefore sit leisurely on the sidelines, casually pick up a slice of muskmelon a servant had cut, roll back his broad sleeves, and enjoy it.
The melon was fragrant and crisp, and the action was blazing hot. Unfortunately, it all came to an abrupt end.
He had not managed to get to the bottom of either man's strength, which was what interested him, and could not help feeling that he had not had his fill.
"Elder Deng, there seems to be quite a grudge between them?"
Late that night, the powerful cultivators who had arrived for preliminary discussions had all departed, leaving only Fang Qianyuan and Deng Xiong to speak in private.
Having only recently reached Heaven Tier, Fang Qianyuan had yet to learn many things, so he asked Deng Xiong about a few of the details.
He vaguely sensed that relations between the Righteous and Demonic Paths were not as simple as he had imagined.
By then, they had returned to Deng Xiong's residence.
The courtyard was secluded, and the guards and servants had long since withdrawn. No one else was present. Only crystal lamps studded with luminous pearls shed a soft glow around them as the old man and the young man walked along a lengthy covered corridor, with a distinct air of loneliness and desolation.
At Fang Qianyuan's question, Deng Xiong stopped and turned toward the courtyard's artificial rockery. He gave a soft sigh. "What else could it be but clashing ideals?"
He briefly told Fang