Fang Che had completely let himself go, spending two days and two and a half nights fooling around in the square.
Because Feng Yunqi and Dongfang Sansan were both too busy to pay him any attention, and Xue Fuxiao was away.
Only those three high-ranking figures on the Guardians' side knew all his identities. If they came looking for him, it was always for serious business.
Anyone else who came looking for him... was here to play.
That included Rui Qianshan.
Fang Che had also realized that Sword Master truly knew nothing at all... Which was why Sword Master was such a genuine person—he had really treated Fang Che well based solely on his first impression, all this time.
The time before the conference was entirely Fang Che's free time. No one from the Sole True Sect who could control him was around, and none of the Guardians who could control him bothered to do so...
He was living an incredibly carefree life.
Every day, he would stroll out leisurely, then return at night to cultivate dual cultivation with Night Dream.
Under Night Dream's firm protests, Fang Che adopted a gentle and meticulous approach. It was simply too drawn-out, though, and Night Dream couldn't take it and protested again. So he switched to a style like a violent storm, then to a mixed style of gentleness and roughness...
In short, no matter how he fought, he won.
That night, afterward.
Fang Che lay on the bed, thinking about his family. He couldn't help letting his imagination run wild: Yan Beihan, an all-around commander; Bi Yunyan, a formation grandmaster; Night Dream, an alchemy grandmaster; Feng Xue, the type who brought gentle spring rain and anchored the sea—so long as she was there, everyone felt safe and secure...
Yan Beihan was offensive,