Nighttime.
Fang Che lay on the rooftop, staring at the starry sky.
The stars blinked.
His thoughts spread infinitely.
Without the Wei Wo Zheng Sect, would this world become better?
Fang Che didn't know.
He felt that perhaps it would be slightly better than now, but not much more beautiful. The only difference would be that without demons, there would only be internal strife.
People fighting among themselves for power and profit, for wealth and beauty, for... all the glory and riches, for all the enjoyment.
Still chaotic as ever.
But Fang Che didn't want to see that day, he just wanted to quietly retire from the world after the fall of the Wei Wo Zheng Sect, to live days like he was now.
"It's a pity Ye Meng is not by my side, it would be even better if he were here."
"In a few days, it will be lame Hong Er's wedding... I promised to go, but it seems I won't be able to make it."
