Without exaggeration, Little Bad King believed he knew the Third Seat as well as a father knew his son. After entering Myriad Spirits Inner Peak, at least sixty percent of his sect assignments had involved Cloud Sea, and through numerous memory retracings, he had witnessed almost all the major events of the man's life.
From his perspective, Cloud Sea had certainly been loyal to Order in his youth. He had even made upholding the Divine Court his lifelong faith, thereby touching the Dao and reaching Sixth Grade. But first he had been stabbed in the back by his dear friend Yang Qi, then sold out by Cao Shouyi. Those two incidents had shattered the last trace of faith in his heart and left him utterly disillusioned with the Order Divine Court.
It was clearly people who had betrayed him, so why had he despaired of Order and the Divine Court?
Because Little Bad King felt that, in Cloud Sea's heart, although human nature certainly had a dark side, one's environment was the fertile soil that shaped right and wrong, good and evil. In his eyes, the Divine Court's corruption was like a peachwood sword riddled with holes by insects: it retained its shape, but had long since rotted beyond repair. Even a craftsman with heaven-defying abilities probably could not save it.
Under the authority of such an utterly corrupt, faction-ridden Court, many people had no choice but to become dark-hearted, drift with the current, curry favor with the powerful, and scheme. Yang Qi had worked hard for decades, fought through countless life-and-death battles, and done everything he could to complete the assignments the Imperial Court and his sect gave him, only to discover in the end... that all those "contributions" bought with his life were worth less than a betrayal