Regarding Gong Juechen’s formidable martial arts and the matter of him killing the top fighter of Chilin, Su Chengyu had long heard about it.
To be honest, Su Chengyu was somewhat afraid.
Simply because Gong Juechen was truly as complex as he had imagined, and he was least hoping for Gong Juechen to be not simple.
He hoped that what he knew was everything about Gong Juechen.
This way, he wouldn’t panic, fear, or worry, believing that one day he and Gong Juechen would stand opposed.
Brother killing brother...
No matter what, he didn’t want to see such a scene or for such a thing to happen to him.
Xiao Changyi didn’t answer Su Chengyu’s words; he merely said, "Chenglin died in that fire long ago."
But Su Chengyu was somewhat emotional: "But he’s not truly dead! Brother Yi, I can’t deceive myself into thinking he’s really dead. Even if he’s called Gong Juechen now, in my eyes, he’s Chenglin, Su Chenglin."
Xiao Changyi didn’t speak.
"Brother Yi..." These two words showed Su Chengyu’s helplessness. Only in front of Xiao Changyi, his sworn brother, would Su Chengyu reveal such helplessness.
After a moment of silence, Xiao Changyi said, "He said his master wanted him this way, saying his master said the human heart is treacherous, and too much exposure is not good."
"Brother Yi, you..." Su Chengyu couldn’t believe Xiao Changyi actually believed, leaving him momentarily speechless.
"Chengyu, if you truly don’t want him to stand against you, accept his current identity. He is Gong Juechen." After a pause, "You went a bit far by not promoting Ye Zhi to General."
"But I’m afraid," Su Chengyu gave a bitter smile, "If he has rebellious thoughts and Ye Zhi is involved with him in such a way, then will Ye Zhi help me or help him? I dare not let Ye Zhi become General."
Xiao Changyi, as if he hadn’t heard these words from Su Chengyu, continued calmly, "Fortunately, you’ve rewarded her with many things; otherwise, it would be disheartening."
"She hasn’t done anything wrong."
"Chengyu, the old man hopes the three of us brothers can have harmony and hopes you don’t push him to the opposite side."
Upon hearing Xiao Changyi’s words, Su Chengyu fell silent. After a long time, he closed his eyes and said, "Brother Yi, I will do my best, do my best to control myself, to not suspect him."
Xiao Changyi said nothing.
Su Chengyu opened his eyes, took a sip of the now cold tea, and once the jade cup was set down, he changed the subject and asked: "Xiyun received help from black-clad people several times before being able to overthrow Chilin... Does Brother Yi know who these black-clad men are? And why they are helping us in Xiyun."
Xiao Changyi, with an unchanged expression, lied: "I don’t know. Every time they come without warning, help us win the battle, and leave, without leaving any traces, making it fundamentally impossible to investigate."
He really didn’t want to lie.
But he had no choice. To prevent this brother from doubting his other brother even more, he could only tell this lie.
"Sigh," Su Chengyu sighed, "Fortunately, they are helping us in Xiyun. I heard they are all exceptionally skilled, and if they were to be adversaries against Xiyun, they would definitely be a major threat."
Xiao Changyi said nothing.
Su Chengyu was already used to Xiao Changyi sometimes remaining silent, not saying a word, so he didn’t find Xiao Changyi’s silence odd.
In truth, Xiao Changyi’s silence this time was because he didn’t know what to say. Simultaneously, he worried that saying too much might arouse Su Chengyu’s suspicion, so he decided to say nothing at all.