"Uncle Jiu!"
Fang Che called out excitedly.
For a moment, his voice nearly choked with emotion.
Seeing that refined face again felt completely like waking from another lifetime.
It had been over a hundred years!
And now they were meeting again.
Dongfang Sansan had come alone this time, with no one accompanying her. She looked at Fang Che warmly and smiled. "Little fellow, you've really suffered this time."
"For the sake of the Guardians' cause, this bit of suffering is nothing."
Fang Che smiled. "Besides, it was all arranged beforehand, so I really can't call it suffering. It was just an act."
Dongfang Sansan threw her head back and laughed, clearly delighted. "Fang Che, seeing you again has truly made me incredibly happy! Incredibly happy! Hahaha..."
The last time they had met, Dongfang Sansan had only felt that Fang Che resembled Fang Yunzheng. Once her guess had been confirmed, their meeting had ended.
But this time, she had already known that this fellow was Fang Laoliu's son—the legitimate nephew of her sworn brother!
The warmth and affection displayed in her expression were completely different from before.
Fang Che could clearly feel the change.
Looks like Dad and the Eastern Chief Strategist really do have an extraordinary relationship...
"I arranged for your wife to become Feng Yunqi's disciple."
Dongfang Sansan smiled. "What do you think of my arrangement?"
Fang Che said, "Thank you, Uncle Jiu."
Night Dream had already told Fang Che about this while they chatted after he woke up, and he was extremely satisfied. It was an unexpected delight. What kind of person was Feng Yunqi? His learning reached the heavens and earth—he had simply wasted it himself...
Having his wife learn from her was truly wonderful.
"You're still calling me Uncle Jiu!"
Dongfang Sansan frowned and glared. "What