Dawnless Sovereign-Chapter 82: Deep Devotion

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Fang Che began laughing at the top of his lungs, full of pride and hubris as he declared, "I can tell you that my entire life is dedicated to a higher cause! I don't do what I do for that higher cause, I am that higher cause!"

He stood like an immovable mountain, the very embodiment of nobility and justice, and in that instant, he appeared completely holy and untouchable.

A look of bewilderment appeared in his eyes as he stared at Fang Che, and he could clearly sense that those words had come straight from the bottom of Fang Che's heart.

It was a type of earnest sincerity that he had never seen before, and even for someone like him, whose mental state had remained placid and undisturbed for tens of thousands of years, he couldn't help but feel shaken to the very core!

In the white-robed man's personal domain, Fang Che was able to lay himself bare with no qualms or reservations, declaring his ultimate pursuit in life without any fear of persecution.

It was a massively cathartic experience, allowing him to cast aside all of the pressure, internal conflict, and injustices that constantly plagued him in the outside world.

"I can face the world with a clear conscience! I can face death with no regrets in my heart! I can face sects like yours with arrogance and superiority!"

Even though the white-robed man could easily crush Fang Che like an ant, in this instant, he didn't dare to look into Fang Che's eyes.

They glowed with a sense of burning sincerity and purpose that he didn't dare to directly face.

He averted his gaze in an uncomfortable manner and said, "You have my admiration!"

"I don't n eed your admiration, I'm only speaking my mind. Honestly, I have to thank you for bringing me into this isolated domain so that I can speak these words from the bottom of my heart. I would never say these things in the outside world."

"Why? Because you're scared of being mocked?" the white-robed man jeered, hoping to knock Fang Che down a peg.

However, Fang Che looked into his eyes in a completely unabashed manner as he instantly replied without hesitation, "No! I'm not afraid of being mocked because everything I said here comes directly from the heart! Is that what you think of me? What a pitiful man you are!"

With that, Fang Che began chortling once again, and the sound of his laughter was extremely grating to the white-robed man's ears.

"Stop laughing!" he yelled in a furious voice.

However, Fang Che's laughter only grew louder, while the white-robed man grew more furious and indignant.

"I said stop laughing!"

Fang Che's laughter subsided as he turned to the white-robed man with a provocative gaze.

"You want me to stop laughing? Why don't you make me? You can break all my bones one by one and I'll still laugh in your face the entire time! Care to give it a try?!"

The white-robed man didn't dare to take Fang Che up on his challenge.

He heaved a long sigh.

He could tell that Fang Che wasn't bluffing at all.

Even if every single bone in his body were broken, he would still be able to laugh until his final breath.

"I'm sorry," the white-robed man said.

He couldn't even recall the last time he had apologized to someone.

Many years ago, Bing Qianshan had challenged him to a battle and defeated him. After that, Bing Qianshan had invited him and his sect to join the battle against the Church of the Self-Righteous, and he had refused.

He didn't feel like he had done anything wrong.

He was friends with Bing Qianshan, but that was a favor that he wasn't willing to do for him.

He hadn't felt any embarrassment at the time, but here in the presence of Fang Che, a warrior countless times inferior to himself, he was struck by a sense of shame.

"There's no need to apologize. You wanted to chat with me, right? Let's begin."

"I've already heard enough," the white-robed man said with a wry smile.

"Alright, then please let me out. I still have things to do."

"Of course. I will carefully ponder what you've told me today, and I'll fulfill my promise of killing three demonic church members to you as soon as possible."

"I'm sure you will," Fang Che said with a dismissive smile. "By the way, what sect are you from?"

"It's just an insignificant sect that you won't have ever heard of," the white-robed man replied with a dark expression.

"Then what about your name? Can you tell me that at least?"

The white-robed man's expression darkened even further as he replied, "There's no need for you to know your name, I'm just some nobody."

"I see. Shall we go then?"

In the blink of an eye, Fang Che found himself back on the street, while the white-robed man was nowhere to be seen.

It was as if all of that had just been a dream.

"Administrator Fang!" Tang Zheng exclaimed in a delighted voice.

"Let's go on patrol. We've already wasted a lot of time here," Fang Che said with a faint smile, as if nothing had happened.

Following his departure, the white-robed man appeared out of thin air, gazing after him with mixed emotions in his eyes before tailing him in secret.

That afternoon, Fang Che worked tirelessly like usual, assisting his upperclassmen from White Cloud Warrior Academy in killing four demonic church members.

On top of that, he slew twenty-seven Lords thanks to more reports from good samaritans, and two of them had been eighth-rank Lords!

After enduring so many battles, Fang Che had sustained some injuries, but even as he made his way back to the Hall of Protectionists at the end of a grueling day of work, he still managed to kill two more Lords.

He was like an angel of death as far as demonic church members were concerned!

The white-robed man followed him in secret the entire time, watching as he somehow managed to pick out one demonic church member after another from the crowd with unerring accuracy, as evidenced by the plumes of black smoke that rose up from the bodies of his victims upon their deaths.

Only after Fang Che made it back to the Hall of Protectionists did he finally heave a sigh of relief.

***

Fang Che made his way into the administration hall, while Tang Zheng dragged his exhausted body to the merits department.

He was so exhausted that he was on the verge of passing out, but he hadn't uttered a single complaint throughout the entire day, and he wouldn't trade his job for anything!

Fang Che sat down at his desk with a cold expression, giving off a frosty and unapproachable aura.

Right at this moment, Cripple Hong decided to strike up a conversation.

"Did you make another big haul today, Administrator Fang?"

Fang Che nodded in response without turning his head.

The vulgar and sleazy Cripple Hong had not left a good impression on him.

Cripple Hong was rather disgruntled by this frosty reception.

He was already displeased with Fang Che, envious over the fact that he was so popular among the female administrators, so he was eager to have a dig at Fang Che.

"At this rate, you'll be promoted to first-rank administrator very soon. Congratulations in advance! I'm sure you'll receive a large sum of merit points for your reward!"

Everyone instantly fell silent upon hearing this.

Everyone knew that this was a sore spot for Fang Che, so it was clear that Cripple Hong was intentionally trying to get on his nerves.

A faint smile appeared on Fang Che's face as he stood up and began making his way toward Cripple Hong, who also stood up with a fearful expression.

"What do you want?"

A loud thump rang out as Cripple Hong was sent flying by a punch to the face, following which Fang Che pounced on him and began raining down a merciless barrage of blows.

"If anyone wants to stand up for him, I'll beat the crap out of you as well!" he warned in a cold voice.

"I'm sorry... Please... I shouldn't have said that..." Cripple Hong wailed, but Fang Che was relentless.

After several dozen punches, Cripple Hong's face had transformed into a one massive bruise, so Fang Che began attacking his body instead, this time with kicks.

He made sure to avoid all of the vital regions, but he also made sure to aim every kick where it hurt the most.

Cripple Hong's blood-curdling howls shook the entire hall, but everyone turned a deaf ear to his suffering.

Everyone had a great deal of admiration for Fang Che for his stellar work, whereas Cripple Hong was almost universally despised.

He was constantly passing off his sleazy actions as humor, taking joy in harassing his female colleagues, and everyone's patience with him had already been running thin for a very long time.

In fact, there were many people who wanted to trade places with Fang Che and administer the beating themselves!

The chief administrator had already arrived, but he merely took a peek inside before departing.

By the time Fang Che was done with Cripple Hong, the latter's entire body had turned into an enormous, rotund bruise, and he couldn't even lift a finger anymore.

Fang Che pulled out a pristine, white handkerchief, slowly wiping his hands as he said, "I'm someone who much prefers to talk with his fists than his words. If you ever want to cop a beating, feel free to come to me."

At this point, even Fan Tiantiao had been alerted to the situation, and he stormed into the administration hall as he yelled, "Fang Che! What the hell are you doing?!"

"I'm beating someone up! Can't you see for yourself?" Fang Che scoffed with a roll of his eyes. "What're you gonna do about it? Fire me?"

Fan Tiantiao's face instantly turned a furious shade of purple, and he departed without another word.