Yan Beihan lowered her head and said: "Human nature, from the Guardian’s side all the way to Wei Wo Zheng Sect’s side... is it all so ugly?"
Duan Xiyang fell silent.
After a long while, he said: "Do you know who cares about human nature?"
"Who?"
"The upper echelon does not care about human nature because heart is a tool," Duan Xiyang said indifferently, "just a tool."
"What about the lower echelon?" Yan Beihan asked.
"The lower echelon cares about heart, but their heart is very superficial. Even if there is damage, it is small, mostly within bearable range."
Duan Xiyang said: "So, those who care the most about human nature are the people in the middle."
"In this world, there are the most people in the lower echelon, the least in the upper echelon; the ones in the middle... haha."
Duan Xiyang said: "If you were to catch them all, according to secular morality, kill them all, there will inevitably be unjust killed, but if you kill every other one... the ones who escape will occupy more than ninety percent of those who are left."
"So, human nature is punishable by death!"
Duan Xiyang said.
When he said this, a sharp killing aura even flashed in his eyes.
Yan Beihan listened with knitted eyebrows.
She faintly felt that Duan Xiyang’s words were biased, yet... they also seed reasonable.
Where is the bias? Where is the reason? Everything is very vague.
Unable to define.
Then she gave up on this line of thought. She began to observe outside at Fang Che’s registration, and as she watched she started to smile, and said faintly: "Look at this Fang Che down below, tsk, he really has quite an allure, bringing his wife to register, attracting quite a crowd of young ladies. I really don’t know what’s good about him, isn’t it just because he looks handso?"
Duan Xiyang raised his head with interest: "Do you know why Fang Che has such charm?"
Aunt Hong joined in: "I can also see this Fang Che is quite talented, but Little Han say, where is his talent?"
Yan Beihan’s brow furrowed slightly, and she said: "Fang Che coming to register this ti is certainly provocative, but it’s actually just a small matter. He made a small matter big. Then he cooperated with others who ca along, directly stirring things up until they were unmanageable, then used the prestige of the Guardian’s upper echelon to suppress it. I haven’t figured out why he did all this."
"It feels like deliberate disruption, and there’s no actual goal in inciting animosity. So my guess is this is just his first step. What he plans to do next is what’s most important."
Yan Beihan said: "But just from the first step alone, he’s already succeeded. He’s stirred resentnt, and a lot of dissatisfaction. I estimate this ntality will beco a power he can utilize."
"If he wants to smooth things over, it’s quite easy. That’s because the connections he’s established after the King level Battle among the younger generation on the Continent can entirely help him defuse it. Because... there are several outstanding geniuses among the girls from Ziyi Palace. So he had planned his escape route from the beginning, he can attack or defend. But... what exactly he wants to do, I still can’t see through."
"Let’s see what happens next."
Yan Beihan pressed her lips together, her elegant eyes full of contemplation.
She put herself in Fang Che’s shoes, considered heart to heart, and kept wondering what Fang Che really planned to do.
But after thinking back and forth, she still felt completely lost without a clue.
"Offending people for the Guardian? Winning over these Outer World Mountain Sects? Or... sothing else?"
Yan Beihan never considered herself less wise than others. In fact, she’s playful and cute to elders, aloof to peers, cordial to friends, and sincere to confidantes...
None of these are her entirety.
The real Yan Beihan is only known by very few such as Bi Yunyan, who understand how ticulous Yan Beihan’s thinking really is.
But she couldn’t fathom Fang Che’s actions.
She could only wait and see.
Aunt Hong furrowed her brow: "Connections established after the King level Battle? There’s such a thing?"
"Then how do you rate Feng Yun’s previous performance?" Aunt Hong asked.
"Feng Yun’s previous performance was perfect. But his final attempt to diate for Ziyi Palace lowered the score. He shouldn’t have diated, maybe he thought Ziyi Palace feared Wei Wo Zheng Sect, and wanted to win them over... but that kind of thinking was mistaken too."
"Just from that diation, Feng Yun’s thinking was sowhat unrealistic. But likewise, Feng Yun’s diation was just the beginning. What cos later is still unknown to us. The final result will always depend on the effect at that ti. So for now, Feng Yun deserves eight points."
Yan Beihan said.
"If you were in Feng Yun’s position, what would you do?" Aunt Hong asked one question after another.
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Yan Beihan thought deeply for a mont, then faintly smiled, and said: "I’m different. I would spare no expense to first wreck Fang Che’s plan. Drive him out from here. Regardless of his purpose, I wouldn’t care. As long as Fang Che leaves, the rest of the people are basically in my grasp. But as long as Fang Che stays here, he’s a nail Guardians have hamred in from nothing."
Yan Beihan said: "So... I would cooperate very directly, first complete the registrations quickly, so Fang Che finds no reason to throw a fit, and thus exits this place."
Aunt Hong nodded slowly.
She turned to glance at Duan Xiyang. Apparently, wanting his review.
Yet Duan Xiyang said nothing, he actually closed his eyes again.
"How do you rate yourself?"
Aunt Hong asked.
"Nine points." Yan Beihan thought for a mont.
She knew, Duan Xiyang was beside her, and although she was discussing with Aunt Hong, actually ever since she left the Weiwo Sect Headquarters, every action she took, her first reaction to all matters, every word she spoke, was part of her answer sheet.
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