Xiao Gun clenched his fists lightly as a glint of pain, anger, and helplessness flashed in his eyes before it transformed into a renewed will.
"I, Fu Yong, and Yao Chang have known each other for close to 800 years, and in that time we formed a deep bond from surviving countless life and death situations with each other..." Xiao Gun said as he smiled fondly, possibly recalling a memory of the trio.
"When you become a rogue cultivator, you have no one to rely on but yourself. The experiences you have make you wary of almost everyone you come across. Those within established organizations look at you with disdain, while when it comes to your fellow rogue cultivators, you can't trust them either.
The life and experiences of our kind are not easy, especially on the mind. Whether one admits it or not, recognizes it or not, it does something to us, and almost always the effect isn't good. Some end up twisted because of it.