Xue Fuxiao feels a bit dizzy.
"If you understood even half, I'd say you're bragging."
Dongfang Sansan snorts and says, "And we can't consider the Yemo Sect; Guardians have their own work, why consider the Yemo Sect at all? The tighter we arrange Fang Che's work, the less time he has to establish the Yemo Sect, which makes Fang Che safer, understand?"
"But... what if he never has time? Then wouldn't the Yemo Sect be finished?"
Xue Fuxiao is dumbfounded.
"How would it be finished?"
Dongfang Sansan snorts, saying, "By the time Yan Nan gets anxious, won't he be urging Sun Wutian to work for us? Otherwise, how do we replace the Yemo? Don't you think Sun Wutian is a great worker? I want Sun Wutian to work, how can we lose this benefit?"
Xue Fuxiao's mouth gapes open, he only exclaims after a long time: "San... I've always known you were sly, but I didn't expect you'd be this sly!"
