As the Sect Leader of the Heaven-Slaying Sect and the Patriarch of the Zhao Clan, Zhao Wuji shouldn't have allowed a few words from Fang Shuwen to shake his composure.
To outsiders, the Zhao Clan was one of the lofty Five Great Forces, an existence of immense prestige. People tripped over themselves to flatter and curry favor, ignorant of the price the clan had paid—and the deeds they had committed—for the sake of the Seven Emotions and Seven Sins Heaven-Slaying Saber.
As for comforting them, it was out of the question.
Within the Heaven-Slaying Sect itself, no one would dare comfort its Sect Leader.
The correct way to deal with a master of the Seven Emotions and Seven Sins Heaven-Slaying Saber was to constantly accuse them, making them feel the profound weight of their sins.
But no one would use such a method on Zhao Wuji.
And so, for twenty years, no one had ever spoken to him the way Fang Shuwen just had.
