Dongfang Sansan looked at Xue Fuxiao with some surprise.
"With so many Colored Crystals, our Star Spirit Hall can finally be used. It can accommodate thirty people improving their cultivation at the same time."
Dongfang Sansan said, "That was the original plan: one year in the secret realm, then one month back in the Star Spirit Hall; another year in the secret realm, then another month back in the Star Spirit Hall. You forgot?"
Xue Fuxiao was stunned. How long ago was that? How could I remember? Besides, the Star Spirit Hall had been defunct for so long that I'd forgotten about it ages ago.
"What about Fang Che?"
Dongfang Sansan said, "As for Fang Che... have him come out after a year, or six months at most. I'm worried that fellow will get carried away killing in there and keep throwing himself into danger..."
As he spoke, he sighed.
After his last conversation with Fang Che, that feeling Fang Che gave off—that he was "ready to charge forward and become a martyr at any time"—had faded considerably.
He had also learned to think things through when trouble arose, and had become much more slippery.
But he was still somewhat impulsive.
That feeling of "always being ready to become a martyr" still remained to some extent. This left Dongfang Sansan uneasy.
Take the last time, when Fang Che had suddenly appeared to save Gentleman Sword Wang Zijing. Dongfang Sansan had been deeply displeased: Don't you know what your identity is? You're Night Demon.
You're leading the Night Demon Sect in building the Sect Foundation.
And then you charged out to save someone.
Moreover, you were facing six Saint Kings! What if even one of them had escaped...
*What if you had been counter-killed...? What then? Don't you know how important