Monarch Night

"Damn, Wu Daotian making a move this time was actually arranged by you, Ninth Brother?"

Ningxue Sword was starting to worship him: "Kinda badass."

"Of course I arranged it." Dongfang Sansan said.

"Tsk, you really can bring yourself to order someone to wipe out a whole family, Ninth Brother..." Yu Tianqi clicked his tongue in amazement too.

"Hey, you two, don’t wrong me, I only told him to kill the Heavenly King Flute, I never told him to exterminate the whole clan. How could I give that kind of order? Do I look like that kind of person?"

Dongfang Sansan was not going to carry the black pot for exterminating a whole family.

So the Wu Daotian who massacred an entire clan was not a Guardian!

Whether he will be in the future... that’s for the future.

On this point, Dongfang Sansan drew a very clear line.

As for that "Do I look like that kind of person", Yu Tianqi and Ningxue Sword both responded with a hehe.

Who was it last time that insisted on dragging the entire Continent into the grave with him, huh.

Extermination orders are rare from you, Ninth Brother, sure, but if you really gave one, neither of us would be the least bit surprised.

"What about later?"

Ningxue Sword said: "That bastard even provoked me back then. Luckily I went soft that time and didn’t split him in half with one sword."

"Later is later. Wu Daotian doing things is different from us Guardians."

Dongfang Sansan said, "He does things with no bottom line. How can he wipe out a whole family? That’s immoral."

"..."

The two left with constipated faces.

They were still complaining at each other after they stepped out.

"Told you we can’t talk to Ninth Brother like that. Look at how it turned out..."

"I already guessed it. Ninth Brother is like this, totally black-bellied, a complete Old silver coins!"

"Wu Daotian is probably being used by Ninth Brother as a secret weapon."

"That makes it even less likely. Ninth Brother definitely has secret weapons, but it’s absolutely not Wu Daotian. If Wu Daotian were one, he wouldn’t have been sent out this time."

"That actually makes sense. With Ninth Brother’s level of insidiousness, there’s really no way to guess this kind of thing."

"Maybe Xue Hanhan might know something."

"Hehe... you’re really like killing a duck on South Heavenly Gate..."

"How so?"

"You’re overestimating him! You already call him ’Hanhan’, what could he possibly know?"

"...I feel like what you said is extremely reasonable... go drink?"

"Let’s!"

...

After the two left.

Dongfang Sansan paced a few rounds in his room, then started sending messages to the Sixth Fang.

"Old sixth, have you been feeling comfy lately?"

The Sixth Fang reacted fast: "What have you got your eye on this time? I’ve already crippled myself for you, and my son is still being used as livestock by you... don’t you dare ask me for anything else."

Dongfang Sansan actually felt a rare moment of awkwardness.

He couldn’t help rubbing his nose.

He praised, "You really are the brother who knows me best. I haven’t even said anything yet."

"Hehe..." the Sixth Fang replied with a cold laugh.

Other people I might not know well, but you... I just need to keep my guard up!

And I might still not be able to guard against you.

Dongfang Sansan said, "Old sixth, let’s talk serious. What do you think, if Archer is properly trained, how about letting him take over my position in the future?"

This sentence gave the Sixth Fang a scare.

What is Dongfang Sansan trying to do? Why does this sound like he wants to throw the burden down?

"Big Brother, what are you talking about? You’ve been carrying this for so many years, and you ask something like that?"

The Sixth Fang got a bit anxious.

"Others might not know, but you do, right? In these years my Mental Realm has been aging fast."

Dongfang Sansan rolled his eyes as he typed, sending words heavy with meaning: "Forget about me, back when we were all together, how many brothers did we have? Not counting me, how many are left who can still chat with you now?"

Seeing this, Fang Yunzheng let out a sigh, feeling a little melancholy.

He suddenly understood a bit.

Yeah, time flies. The brothers who once galloped across the Jianghu in high-spirited youth... are now all gone.

Dongfang Sansan’s messages kept coming: "You’re just a bit sentimental, a bit melancholy; but what about me? So many brothers were personally sent by me to their deaths."

"Old sixth... honestly, if you hadn’t shown up again, I wouldn’t even dare to remember. Do you get that feeling? I say I’m physically and mentally exhausted—others might not get it, but you?"

"Of all my brothers back then, you’re the only one left."

Dongfang Sansan’s words, even across thousands and thousands of miles, still made Fang Yunzheng feel the heaviness.

He couldn’t help but feel his heart weigh down.

"Look at the current youngsters, all around me it’s all newcomers. Even if I want to talk, who can I talk to? You’re not here. Xue Fuxiao... I know you want to bring him up, but... even if I talk to him, he has to be able to understand."

That kind of powerlessness, fatigue, and almost-blood-vomiting helplessness from Dongfang Sansan, even across ten thousand miles, made Fang Yunzheng feel it too.

"True enough, Boss. Lord Xue’s cultivation is high, but... that IQ is really beyond words. And Rui Qianshan is such a cheap bastard... your brother gets you, seriously."

The words Fang Yunzheng sent were full of emotion.

"But you can tell me anything, after all I’m back now. The two of us can talk privately, no one else will know."

Fang Yunzheng suggested.

He truly wanted to help Big Brother share the burden.

"You’re thousands of miles away, I’m still worried about leaks. This is too important, I can’t be looking for you every day either."

Dongfang Sansan’s message was also full of emotion: "But right now I’m really kinda out of my depth. I don’t have enough strength at hand. It wasn’t easy to have one brother return, but because of an even bigger scheme he’s stuck in Bibo City..."

"Think about it, anything I have to do now, I either send Xue Fuxiao, or Ningxue Sword. At least Yu Tianqi just recovered last year... We’re stretched thin everywhere. The hardship of our Guardians, others don’t know, but if you, the Sixth Fang, claim you don’t know, I’m going to be pissed."