Fang Che was a little dizzy and confused. He simply couldn't keep up with Feng Han's train of thought.
How had it... how had it gone from accepting a disciple to finding him a wife?
Feng Han's all-encompassing attitude made Fang Che mutter inwardly. He had a feeling things were sprinting toward an unknowable direction...
But Feng Han was talking about "later," and he hadn't specified who the woman would be.
From the conversation, it sounded a little like the sort of empty promise an elder made to a junior: When you find a wife later, I'll take care of it.
But who knew what would happen when the time came to actually find one?
Fang Che chuckled. "There's no rush for now, Master. You don't have to take it too seriously either. If I find someone suitable later, I'll bring her to you so you can take a look and check her over."
"Finding a wife isn't something you can do casually," Feng Han said. "But there's naturally no rush for now. With your current shrimp-level cultivation, even if I gave you a good wife, you wouldn't be worthy of her."
"Master is right."
"Focus on cultivating and grow stronger as quickly as possible."
Feng Han said, "With your identity, though, you really shouldn't make a name for yourself... Still, there's no harm in cultivating."
"Master is right! The saying I've believed in all my life is: Keep your head down and make a fortune."
"Now that's the right idea!"
Feng Han laughed heartily. "Keeping your head down and making a fortune is the true way to protect yourself."
"Hehe... It's all thanks to Master's guidance."
"I hear you killed four thousand disobedient people with a single saber?" Feng Han asked in a very good mood.
"Yes."
"Well done."