As Zhao Tie narrated, Fang Yuan's taut nerves eased slightly.
The master had only placed him in the outer courtyard, no different from an ordinary disciple. It was probably nothing more than simple gratitude.
Things had not yet reached a critical point. Everything was still under control.
A carefully planned "hero saving a beauty" was indeed enough to reverse one's image and win a young maiden's heart in a short time.
It seemed he had to find a suitable opportunity to reveal Liu Chengfeng's identity.
Liu Chengfeng was presently riding high, and his feelings with Chen Yin were likely at their most intense. Even if the master had some doubts, he would probably have to swallow them.
For Fang Yuan to step forward now would be exceptionally unwise.
Moreover, this move of theirs seemed to have benefited him as well.
For now, Chen Zhengyang still trusted him.
Unaware of the thousand twists and turns in Fang Yuan's mind, Zhao Tie patted his shoulder. "Come, Junior Brother Fang. I'll take you to see Master! The old man was mentioning you just a couple of days ago!"
Fang Yuan gathered his thoughts and followed Zhao Tie through several courtyards, arriving at the quiet chamber where Chen Zhengyang usually trained.
Sandalwood incense curled through the room. Chen Zhengyang sat cross-legged on a meditation cushion, flashes of sharp light appearing between his half-open eyes.
Within the quiet chamber, Chen Zhengyang sat cross-legged on the cushion, his aura deep and steady.
The moment he saw Fang Yuan enter, his gaze suddenly sharpened like an unsheathed sword, sweeping over Fang Yuan's body.
"Good lad!" A gleam burst from Chen Zhengyang's eyes, his admiration undisguised. "Only a few days apart, and your bearing has become even more condensed. Killing Intent lies hidden within you—on this journey, I'm