Monarch Night

But seeing that General Feng Yun sent a large amount of resources, along with the extremely detailed information about the Shi family that Sun Wutian wanted...

Sun Wutian still attended the banquet.

Feng Yun also sent a message to the Heavenly King Flute, but for some reason, the Heavenly King Flute refused it like someone ill, and then there was no further news.

No one knew where he went.

So only Sun Wutian attended alone.

It wouldn’t be appropriate for Sun Wutian to have a table by himself, so the three most distinguished individuals shared a table. At the head was Mr. Sun Wutian, next was General Feng Yun, and then Beitan Master Bei Mingxin.

Seeing Sun Wutian here, Bei Mingxin was even more delighted.

He continuously flattered him, stating his presence was solely to assist; everything was centered around Young Master Yun and Mr. Sun, lowering his posture as much as possible.

He also frequently toasted.

After drinking halfway, Sun Wutian couldn’t hold it anymore: "I say, you Law Enforcement Altar Master, how come... damn, you’re just a flatterer! Now in the Wei Wo Zheng Sect, you can become such a high official just by flattering?"

Sun Wutian felt the world really had changed.

A flatterer could become a Law Enforcement Altar Master?

Fuck!

What’s become of the Wei Wo Zheng Sect?

Bei Mingxin’s face instantly turned as red as a pig liver, and he was speechless for a long time, until Feng Yun took the initiative to smooth things over: "Chief Protector, you might not know... Bei Master has been through... unspeakable experiences, he really has no choice but to act like this today!"

Since Bei Mingxin showed a willingness to transfer allegiance, Feng Yun, who was eagerly seeking talent, had to accept him.

Feng Yun would willingly accept Bei Mingxin’s position, especially since Bei Mingxin took the initiative to pledge himself. It was like sending charcoal in snowy weather.

Moreover, with Feng Yun’s status, although not comparable to Bi Changhong, he could surely protect Bei Mingxin if he was determined.

As Feng Yun smiled and toasted Sun Wutian, he softly explained, "Beitan Master once mishandled a public matter, hence offending Vice Sect Master Bi; now, he’s already..."

With empathy, Feng Yun recounted Bei Mingxin’s experiences over the past year.

Bei Mingxin nearly broke into tears on the spot.

It had been so long since he heard such comforting words.

"Even Xiang Beidou couldn’t successfully intercede?" Sun Wutian asked in astonishment.

"Yes..."

Feng Yun sighed, "Now, whenever Vice Sect Master Xiang emerges, Vice Sect Master Yu also appears, causing disruptions... Vice Sect Master Bi’s temper, as you well know... they say he’s forgiven Beitan Master five times already..."

This phrase "forgiven five times" made Bei Mingxin’s eyes turn red, and he drank deeply.

Feeling dejected, he didn’t even want to speak.

Because Feng Yun continued to say, "...every time after ’forgiving,’ he would regret it a few days later..."

"..."

Hearing this also made Sun Wutian feel a toothache.

Looking at Bei Mingxin, he couldn’t help but feel a headache as he truly knew some things.

Never mind Bei Mingxin, even Duan Xiyang had been entangled with Bi Changhong for years, right?

Why had Bi Changhong been beaten up for so many years? Isn’t it because of his ever-changing character?

When his mood was good, he was filled with guilt towards Duan Xiyang, trying every way to make up for past mistakes and mend the relationship.

But when his mood changed, he would tell Duan Xiyang: you were never worthy! Who do you think you are? I simply disagree!

Duan Xiyang wasn’t someone who repaid every grievance, if Bi Changhong hadn’t been so fickle, he wouldn’t still hold a grudge after all these years.

Because just when Duan Xiyang was about to forget, Bi Changhong would suicide again by reminding him personally.

How could it end well without him getting beaten up?

Do you really think Duan Xiyang wasn’t frustrated? With every attempt to move past this trivial matter, Bi Changhong would jump out and stir up trouble again...

And he couldn’t really kill him!

Wasn’t Duan Xiyang also helpless?

Even if Duan Xiyang was like this, Bei Mingxin... how could he compare to Duan Xiyang at all.

"You... have survived over a year without being dealt with by Bi Changhong... that’s some skill." Sun Wutian said.

"..."

Bei Mingxin’s eyes filled with tears.

"Mr. Sun, drink... Sir... Sir, I really don’t know what to say, in this past year, I’ve become accustomed to being servile, wanting to kowtow to everyone I see... please don’t mind, I’m really hopeless..."

With tears in his eyes, Bei Mingxin mixed them with strong alcohol, downing it in one go.

"When I go back, I’ll have a word with Vice Sect Master Bi myself." Sun Wutian began to feel a bit sympathetic towards Bei Mingxin.

Bei Mingxin then rose, tidied up his clothes, and fell to his knees with a thud, crying with gratitude, "Thank you, Mr. Sun!"

Sun Wutian was startled by Bei Mingxin’s practiced kneeling motion.

He couldn’t help but have endless streams of "Cao Nima" reverberating in his mind.

This damn Bi Changhong, look at what you’ve done, forcing a Wei Wo Zheng Sect official of Cloud Level, one capable of ranking within the top forty on the Cloud Weapon List, to such a state?

Only then did the conversation turn normal.

"This time, who are you supporting? Is there a specific target?"

Feng Yun asked.

"Um..."

Bei Mingxin hesitated.

After all, Sun Wutian was sitting right there, and he was also a resurrected martial artist who had once lost the Divine Formless Jade.

Wouldn’t revealing it stimulate this Old Demon?

Sun Wutian rolled his eyes and said, "Just talk among yourselves, what are you looking at me for? Could this old man get mad at you?"