Two hours later.
Sword Master tossed Fang Che out with a deeply disgruntled look. "Get lost!"
She had driven away this newly initiated heir without the slightest mercy.
Then she stayed in her own domain and sulked.
Why hadn't I learned the sword this quickly back then? Fang Che was already a Saint Venerable now, with profound foundations, so he ought to learn everything quickly. But he shouldn't be this fast, should he?
Fang Che returned to his little courtyard.
Night Dream was practicing her sword in the yard.
Sword Qi burst forth in a riot of colors. The beauty in white had a graceful figure, and every sword stroke painted a breathtaking picture.
Fang Che stood at the door watching with a smile, his heart filled with contentment.
At last, Night Dream finished her practice, reined in her Sword Qi, and ran over with a blissful smile. "You're back."
"Mm."
Fang Che said, "I want to use your Communication Jade to contact Uncle."
To be cautious, Dongfang Sansan and Fang Che had never added each other as contacts.
"Sure."
Once they reached the room, Fang Che sent Dongfang Sansan a message. "Uncle, it's A Che. There's something I'd like to ask you about."
Dongfang Sansan replied, "All right. It's not good for you to come over so often. If you're discovered, it'll cause trouble. I'll go to you instead."
The Guardian Headquarters was currently packed with experts. Fang Che's cultivation had not yet reached its peak. If someone discovered him repeatedly going over to conspire with the Eastern Chief Strategist, and word got out, that would truly be looking for trouble where none existed.
If Dongfang Sansan concealed his cultivation and came over, no one could detect him...
"What is it?" Dongfang Sansan asked while enjoying Fang Che's use