In a soft voice, "I understand. As the saying goes, one in Jianghu cannot choose their own path; it is as such."
"Perhaps some may not grasp, for Mr. Yan, being of noble lineage, has everything one might wish for; should he not be free from worries all his life? But I can only say those people are too naive."
"The complexity of Mr. Yan's surroundings, and the agony of betraying his own Benxin nature, are yet heavy and repressive."
Fang Che looked into the distance, "But this is Jianghu, there's nothing that can be done. Just like myself, having no choice but to march forward step by step over bones, I have no other option. If I don't kill others, others will inevitably kill me. Mr. Yan, you are helpless in your decisions, just as I am."
"Everyone in Mortal World, every single deed, is essentially a continuous rebellion against their own will. Continuously rebelling until... death! Only then is liberation found."
Fang Che's voice was filled with lament.
