"Senior Brother Xiang, Senior Brother Meng, you're here. Come on, let's go inside and sit!"
Fang Mo looked at the two of them, delight rising on his face as well.
These two had put in no small amount of effort to save the people of the Galactic Alliance, and they had always been on good terms with Fang Mo. Naturally, he felt close to them upon seeing them.
"Martial Uncle, you mustn't call us that. Uncle Tie will beat us to death!"
Xiang Yunying was so frightened that he waved his hands again and again.
Meng Xiuping hurriedly added, "Martial Uncle, please don't get us killed. If Master hears this, we're afraid we won't escape a beating!"
Ji Mingfeng now called Fang Mo Junior Brother. If they called him Junior Brother too, would that not put them on the same level as their master?
Fang Mo laughed.
"We can address each other however we like. I'll explain it to your masters!"
The two hurriedly waved their hands. Seeing their expressions, Fang Mo no longer forced the matter. The rules of the Tianli Sect were not something he could simply break by force.
He led the two into the dojo, just as Chi Yu and Nangong Aoyun came out to greet them.
"Martial Uncle Fang, the living quarters have all been arranged. Please take a look and see if there's anything else that needs setting up. Shall we go purchase it?" Chi Yu stepped forward and asked with a bright smile.
"No need. It's quite good. You've worked hard. Since you're both here, I'll introduce you to each other," Fang Mo said, extremely satisfied with the two of them. They had now become both his maids and his stewards.
"Martial Uncle, there's no need for introductions. We've known each other for