Friends' Farewell

Fuhu Martial Arts Hall did not quiet down until evening.

The visitors from the various martial halls stopped coming as well, and the students all went home.

This time, it was not just Fang Mo training at the martial hall. Feng Qingyuan, Yang Yunxing, and Chen Song were there too.

They had also remained at the martial hall, receiving Guan Lie's closed-door instruction in the Training Hall.

Fang Mo, however, trained by himself in the front courtyard.

He did not care at all that Guan Lie had not called him in. Fang Mo's mind was entirely on cultivation. He felt himself drawing closer and closer to Ming Jin, as if only a sheet of paper stood between him and a breakthrough at any moment.

"Fang Mo, someone's looking for you!"

Fang Mo was practicing his punches when Grandpa Zhang, the gatekeeper, called out to him from afar.

"Looking for me?"

Confusion filled Fang Mo's eyes, but he still stopped, wiped away his sweat, and hurried to the entrance.

"Yue Jian!"

When he saw the figure standing at the gate in a white casual training uniform, his eyes immediately lit up. Joy spread across his face as he hurried over.

"Brother Mo, you've gotten darker again!"

Yue Jian grinned as he walked over and lightly punched him.

"Darker means healthier!"

Fang Mo laughed and returned the punch without dodging.

His body was no longer as frail as before. He merely swayed, rather than baring his teeth and stumbling back like he once had.

"Not bad. Your strength has improved again!"

Delight flashed in Yue Jian's eyes.

"How could I keep making no progress? Otherwise, how would I catch up to you? What, scared?"

Fang Mo said with a smile.

"Haha, scared? Then work hard. I'll be waiting for you!"

Yue Jian laughed heartily.

Although Fang Mo was his good friend, he did not believe Fang Mo could catch up to him. He was only seventeen, yet he already possessed Late Manifesting Strength. Fang Mo, meanwhile, was still in the Strength Training Realm. With his Bone Structure, he had no chance at all.

That was why Yue Jian thought Fang Mo was merely joking.

Seeing that he did not believe him, Fang Mo smiled.

"Fine. Just wait."

Yue Jian shook his head with a smile, then said, "Aren't you going to invite me in for a look around?"

"Let's go!"

Fang Mo said with a smile.

The martial hall's students had all gone home, and no one was training, so it did not matter if Yue Jian came in. Fang Mo led him inside.

Yue Jian looked around, disappointment in his eyes.

"I didn't expect Tiger Might Martial Arts School's conditions to be this poor. You're even still using entirely traditional equipment?"

"I think it's fine. In fact, this kind of equipment makes it easier to settle down and train."

Fang Mo explained with a smile. He then led Yue Jian to the resting area in the courtyard, invited him to sit, poured him a cup of water, and handed it over. "How come you had time to come by? Didn't I hear that the Yue Family was preparing to move to Zhiyuan Star? Is that true?"

The Yue Family's relocation was a major matter. It had been reported frequently on television recently.

Yue Jian took the water and nodded.

"It's true. The family has been busy with the relocation lately, so there have been a lot of things to do. I didn't have time to come over. Otherwise, I would have told you long ago!"

"Congratulations!"

Fang Mo said with a smile, "Zhiyuan Star is a sacred land of martial arts, rich in resources. Now that all the major super sects have moved there, it's a place countless martial artists dream of immigrating to!"

"It's not that great!"

Yue Jian shook his head and smiled.

"Alien Races coexist there. They are fierce, and alien beasts run rampant. It's far more dangerous than the Homeworld!"

Fang Mo waved his fist, showing off his muscles. "Isn't that perfect? Martial arts will have a place to prove their worth. Otherwise, why would so many forces move there?"

"That is true!"

Yue Jian smiled, took a sip of tea, then set down his cup and looked at Fang Mo.

"So, are you interested in coming with us?"

Fang Mo was slightly stunned by the question. Immigrating to another planet was no simple matter. The requirements were high, and the fees were astronomical—millions for a single person.

Martial artists naturally received priority, but Fang Mo's current strength was not enough. He would never pass. For him to obtain a spot, the Yue Family would likely have to go to great lengths. He did not want to make things difficult for Yue Jian, especially since Yue Jian was not yet the one calling the shots in the Yue Family.

Yet as he looked at Yue Jian, he felt moved.

This brother always thought of him in everything. Then Fang Mo shook his head.

"I won't go. It's pretty good here. Once my cultivation succeeds in the future, I'll come find you!"

"I knew you wouldn't leave with me!"

Yue Jian looked somewhat disappointed. Looking at Fang Mo, he lowered his voice.

"Still, you'd better leave this place. Yunyang's situation has become rather complicated lately. The Eagle Claw Sect wants to extend its reach into Yunyang, and the Qin Family is using the Eagle Claw Sect's hand to strike at other families. Yunyang may become very chaotic in the future. You aren't safe here!"

Fang Mo had already sensed it from the conflict between Iron Stone Qin Yuanping and Chen Yeming that day.

Now that Yue Jian had said it, it really was so. It seemed his judgment had been correct. The Xiongying Martial Arts School had not come to Yunyang by accident.

This was a fierce dragon crossing the river, with the Qin Family as its insider support.

He smiled indifferently. "What does that have to do with me? I'm just a minor student at a martial hall. They won't go so far as to deal with me, will they?"

Seeing Fang Mo's lack of concern, Yue Jian said solemnly, "You still need to be careful. If you find that something is wrong, leave Yunyang as soon as possible. I asked my second uncle to get you a letter of recommendation. If things don't work out, go to Julong Martial Arts School in Wujiang City!"

He handed Fang Mo an envelope.

"There's a letter of recommendation inside, along with vouchers for thirty bottles of Medicinal Liquid and one hundred jin of alien beast meat. You can collect them from Fuyun Hall when the time comes!"

The envelope felt heavy in Fang Mo's hands. He forcefully suppressed the emotion in his heart, gripping it tightly as he looked at Yue Jian.

"When are you leaving?"

"The original plan was September, but Yunyang's situation has become a little chaotic, so the family decided to leave early. I'll depart with the first group this week. I won't come to say goodbye then!"

Yue Jian's eyes also carried the sorrow of parting.

Fang Mo felt sorrowful as well. His only friend was leaving too.

From now on, he would truly be all alone.

To ease the atmosphere, he smiled and punched Yue Jian, forcing a smile onto his face.

"Why are you acting like some weepy woman? It's not as if we'll never meet again. Don't worry, I'll definitely come see you!"

Yue Jian shifted backward, the corner of his mouth twitching as pain appeared on his face.

Fang Mo's expression changed slightly when he saw that, and he asked in surprise, "What's wrong? Are you injured?"

Yue Jian rubbed his shoulder and grinned.

"It's nothing. I hurt myself while training. Just a minor injury!"

Then he stood up, patted the dust from his pants, and said, "All right, I should go. We've made a deal. I'll be waiting for you on Zhiyuan Star. You absolutely have to come—don't wait until I'm old and gray!"

Hearing his explanation, Fang Mo did not think much of it. Injuries during training were common, so he said with a smile, "All right, I'll definitely come find you. It won't take too long!"

Fang Mo was not merely boasting. He truly intended to go.

Although a trip to Zhiyuan Star supposedly took months just for the journey, he believed it would not be long before his strength underwent a qualitative breakthrough.

He would definitely go, to see his only friend in this world.

Fang Mo escorted Yue Jian to the entrance and walked with him to the car parked by the roadside.

Yue Jian opened the car door but did not get in. He turned back to look at Fang Mo, his gaze solemn.

"Brother Mo, if Yunyang falls into chaos, leave. Go to the place I told you about, all right?"

Fang Mo nodded solemnly.

"All right. If the situation turns bad, I'll go!"

Only then did Yue Jian smile. He nodded and waved.

"No need to see me off. I'm leaving!"

He bent down and got into the car, opened the window, and waved once more.

The car immediately drove away, merging into the traffic until only its taillights remained.

Fang Mo watched the car disappear into the stream of vehicles and did not move for a long time.

This time, he truly felt loneliness. His only friend had left, and in Yunyang, it seemed there was no one left he could be close to.