Fang Che stood in the morning breeze, facing the rising glow of dawn. Golden winds sent clouds drifting across the sky, stretching languidly for ten thousand miles, while rays of rosy light dyed the mountains and rivers in color.
He suddenly felt his heart and mind open wide.
He could not help letting out a long howl. "Live well, all of you!"
He did not know whether they had heard him. There seemed to be a faint response, yet perhaps there was none.
Fang Che smiled in relief.
"You're grinning like a sea lion."
A voice transmitted sound into his ear.
The Old Devil had arrived.
"Heh heh heh..."
Fang Che returned to his own home—the courtyard he had bought in White Cloud Continent back then. House of the Virtuous.
The place was already overgrown with weeds, but it was obvious that it had not been smashed and wrecked like Fang Wang Residence.
He opened the door and went inside, then waved a hand. Every door and window flew open.
Spiritual energy shuddered, instantly evaporating the faint musty smell in the house. As it continued washing through the rooms, the entire place became bright, clean, and utterly comfortable in moments.
With a grab of his hand, all the weeds in the front yard, back yard, and on the roof instantly turned to dust.
Looking at House of the Virtuous, which had been transformed and given an entirely new look, Fang Che nodded in satisfaction. He stepped through the door, braced one hand against the frame, and said respectfully, "Patriarch, please come in!"
With a faint laugh, Sun Wutian seemed to emerge from nothing in midair.
With his hands behind his back and a smile on his face, he raised his head to look at the three characters "House of the