Yan Shaoxuan bowed and took her leave of Zhong Wuwang, then hugged Fang Zhenxiu and said with falling tears, "Little brother, you must practice diligently following Young Master Zhong, and never slack off. Sister might not come back, so take good care of yourself!"
Fang Zhenxiu pulled her hand, reluctant to part, and said, "Sister Xuan'er, didn't my dad tell you to find a good man to marry and not to seek revenge?"
Yan Shaoxuan pulled her hand back. "The Yan family's blood debt is deep as the sea—how can we not seek revenge? My brothers, my sister, my father, and my grandfather all died at the hands of the Chen villain. This feud is irreconcilable! Little brother, follow the Young Master and cultivate well."
She turned and left.
Fang Zhenxiu wept bitterly, chasing out of the large estate, but did not see her shadow.
When he finished crying, Zhong Wuwang spoke. "If crying could kill Chen Shi, Chen Shi would have died a thousand times over. Come with me."
Fang Zhenxiu followed him with red eyes and said, "Will Sister Xuan'er come back to see me?"
"No."
Zhong Wuwang said, "If she can kill Chen Shi, she will inevitably be killed by Chen Shi's family and friends. If she cannot kill Chen Shi, she will inevitably die at Chen Shi's hands. No matter what, she is bound to die. She used her own actions to trade for me taking you as a disciple, so she must go. You need to seize this opportunity and not let your sister's blood flow in vain."
Fang Zhenxiu wiped away his tears and said, "Then how can I become your disciple?"
Zhong Wuwang looked at him, his gaze full of appreciation, and smiled. "You have the drive I had back then. When I