"Demon cultivators are the best at pretending, and only those with unstable minds will have unnecessary pity for them."
Yu Cang, who was still young, watched his senior brother put away the blood-stained sword, turned around and approached, patting himself on the shoulder.
Therefore, every time he faced the demon cultivator from then on, Yu Cang never hesitated when drawing his sword.
Senior brother would never lie to him, so even if everyone later said that Immortal Cang Yan's second disciple killed his master with his own hands and betrayed the sect, Yu Cang never believed it.
It wasn't until many years later, when he looked at the senior brother in front of him who turned back indifferently, with the eye-catching magic patterns in the corners of his eyes as ferocious as blood, that he understood.
Fate played such a cruel joke on him.
Although he had already realized how harsh reality was on him, when Fengyu was caught off guard and turned around to see his junior brother, he still couldn't help but want to sigh.
He had never seen such an expression on Yu Cang's face. He pursed his lips tightly and suppressed it, as if he was about to cry.
He didn't want to lie to him.
But everyone in the world is a chess piece, being carried forward by fate, and no one is exception.
Purpose: There will be a glimmer of light in adversity