Hou Niao stretched out his hand, gently pushing aside Xiang Zhiwen's tensely veined hand, trying to keep his tone as gentle as possible. He didn't want to provoke him, not because he was his superior, the Patrol Envoy, a titled cultivator; the only reason he did so was that this elder brother was a decent person.
"Elder Brother, is there really a need to be so agitated? Maybe we have different ideals, but our brotherhood will never change!
We are both here for the sake of the Quanzhen Sect, for the common folk, just perhaps a bit more extreme in our methods?
Your magnanimity is vast, having someone under your command with demonic tendencies won't lead you to retaliate or create obstacles, right?"
Xiang Zhiwen gave a laugh out of frustration, let go, and still muttered under his breath, "It pisses me off, not because there is a brother under my command with a tendency toward demonism, but because all the Patrols damn well show signs of it, leaving me completely isolated!"
