"Hahaha..."
Feng Yun laughed and said, "Damn it! Nightmare, you're getting a little too slick around me these days."
"I hope I can become even slicker in the future."
Fang Che sighed and sent a voice transmission: "If I return someday, when it comes to the southeast, Young Master Yun, your side will be the only place I can rely on."
Feng Yun thought of the future, and his mood grew heavy as well. "That's right. But let me remind you: here in the Three Realms, the passage of time is simply too vast. These full hundred years will be no joke. You absolutely cannot forget your proper duties. I'm referring to which aspect—you understand."
"Understood."
"You should think more often about what you'll do after returning. If a hundred years proves too long and you can't get back into the swing of things after returning, that would be disastrous." Feng Yun reminded him.
"Yes."
Fang Che sighed inwardly.
Feng Yun's thoughts were meticulous to such an extent that he had even considered this.
At that moment, the battle in the arena had already ended.
Five people came over in neat formation.
Fang Che turned around and looked. Tsk—not one of them was even injured.
This battle had actually ended in a rare, complete victory.
Ding Ziran wore a cold expression and stood properly at attention. "This subordinate reports for duty!"
Feng Yun looked approvingly at Ding Ziran and the others. "I truly wasn't surprised that Little Ding improved so quickly, but I didn't expect the other four to improve so fast as well. That's a pleasant surprise."
"Thank you for the praise, Young Master Yun." Long Yikong and the others bowed.
"Mm."
Feng Yun smiled. "We won this battle. Xue'er, record it. Add another hundred merit points to the