My Brother Is a Boss, So How Could I Be Any Good?

To purge evil and defend the righteous, Lin Xiaofan devoted himself to hard cultivation for twenty years, enduring countless hardships until at last he stood before the final boss. When the boss asked, “Don't you want to know who I am?” Lin Xiaofan looked at him with disdain. “I couldn't care less who you are!” Just as he was about to strike, the mask slipped, revealing a face more familiar to him than any other: the sworn brother he had lost touch with years ago, a brother with whom he had shared life and death. Lin Xiaofan immediately broke down. “You should've said you were the boss! Do you know how exhausting and difficult it was for me to cultivate all these years?” The boss looked utterly confused. “Aren't you one of the righteous?” Lin Xiaofan slung an arm around his shoulder. “If my brother can be the boss, how righteous do you think I am?” Then he suddenly remembered something, and his eyes lit up. “Oh, right! I remember one of your men sent a fox spirit to seduce me!” “I was playing the part of an upright gentleman back then, so I couldn't make a move…” “So, now that things are different… could you introduce us?”