Fang Che's heart suddenly shuddered, and he blurted out, "Master!"
He sprang up from the grand armchair.
The portrait's gaze was gentle yet cool, rising and falling with the breeze. A faint smile seemed to touch that thin, refined face.
It was looking at Fang Che.
It was clearly only a portrait, yet Fang Che seemed to read countless complicated emotions in that unchanging gaze.
Relief, reassurance, regret, gratification, and expectation.
Even a trace of pride.
The voice of Sect Leader Yin seemed to ring out again in Fang Che's heart.
"Night Demon, this is the Azure Cloud Road I paved for you. Satisfied, child?"
Fang Che's gaze was dazed for a long while.
His body slowly sank back into the chair.
Master, today you will personally watch me obtain justice for you.
The attitude of "playing around and making sport of them" in his heart vanished completely in an instant.
He looked at Yu Hua, who was kneeling before him.
Fang Che asked softly, "Yu Hua, over all these years, how many gifts did you receive from my master? How many times?"
"In total... more than twelve hundred times. Sect Leader Yin rarely came to headquarters, but he sent someone once every year. Whenever he came to headquarters himself, he would inevitably come again."
Yu Hua's face was full of regret. "The total value of the money and goods received... was incalculable."
More than twelve hundred times! Fang Che drew a deep breath, feeling his fists clench of their own accord.
More than twelve hundred gifts, treasures piled as high as a mountain, and they still could not buy him a single word!
"I find it strange too. Your fellow disciple's nephew sent gifts more than a thousand times, always with the utmost respect... yet he couldn't even win