"I'm not lying to you, the current situation is too difficult."
"The competition between sects is fierce. On the surface, everyone is friends, but in reality, backstabbing is rampant. Not to mention, within a single sect, there are always some shady dealings."
"I don't even know how this kind of bastard managed to infiltrate my sect and then compete with me for resources within my own sect."
"Is this a person?"
"It's a dog!"
Yuchi was now certain that Feng Zhaoyang had some worries, fearing that the previous rumors were true—his buddy's wife ran off with someone else. No wonder he grabbed a stranger to drink with; in the whole sect, he didn't know who to trust anymore.
As Yuchi listened silently, Feng Zhaoyang smoothly entered the next stage:
"Ah, life is really too difficult. As a mortal, you have to endure the pain of illness and oppression."
