Fang Che's face fell.
He knew that this time, no matter what, he would not be able to avoid a thorough tongue-lashing.
"Guardian Ning, you don't need to come along."
Fang Che shot into the air.
Who would have thought that Ning Zaifei would fly up after him as well? "Together!"
After being cursed out by the Night Demon for so long, the brat was finally about to get what was coming to him. How could Ning Zaifei possibly miss the chance to go watch? His schadenfreude was already impossible to suppress.
But naturally, he had another excuse ready. "It wouldn't be good if someone assassinated you on the way."
Fang Che rolled his eyes.
I really can't thank you enough.
In broad daylight, with the Vice Head Sect Leader summoning him, if he could still be assassinated along the way, Yan Nan might as well find a block of tofu and bash her head against it.
Sole True Sect Headquarters.
General Affairs Hall.
Yan Nan sat on the throne with a dark expression.
Chen Gu and the others occupied several seats beside her, while a few thrones remained empty.
For example, both Bai Jing's and Bi Changhong's seats were vacant.
Bai Jing simply couldn't be bothered to come.
Bi Changhong's split-soul condition had apparently become rather severe this time. He had supposedly reached the point where he would attack anyone he saw from the corner of his eye, so he had gone into seclusion.
Yan Nan could do nothing about it. Ever since Old Duan had reached the summit and become number one beneath heaven, Bi Changhong's split-soul symptoms had grown worse by the day. He was often in seclusion and refused to come out.
Yan Nan thought that this illness should actually be easy to cure. Once things