"Thank you, Snow Master!"
Fang Che was overjoyed.
With Xue Fuxiao honing him, he would advance far faster than fumbling around on his own.
Though it would definitely be painful.
Over the course of the night, Fang Che frantically honed himself within Xue Fuxiao's domain.
It was rare to catch such a laborer—and such a capable one at that—so Fang Che naturally made full use of him.
The Supporting Heaven Saber, Hate Heaven Saber, Emotion Severing Blade, Ice Soul Spirit Sword, Blood Spirit Seven Swords; then the Dragon God Halberd and Jun Lin Spear...
Every martial skill he could think of was tested against Xue Fuxiao again and again.
After being beaten half to death all night, even Xue Fuxiao was nearly drenched in sweat.
"These are all good things, but aren't they a little too miscellaneous?"
Xue Fuxiao was stunned! One weapon after another kept appearing, as though they would never end.
"Anything else?"
"I haven't trained with throwing knives yet."
Fang Che looked somewhat regretful. "I'll go assess them at work first, then come back and train... If you have nothing to do, Snow Master..."
Xue Fuxiao was also brimming with enthusiasm.
It had to be said that every time he sparred with Fang Che, although he suppressed his cultivation level, the insights still came one after another.
He found it quite hard to stop.
"I have nothing to do. I'll wait here for you."
Xue Fuxiao agreed readily. "I'll finish honing you this time before I go back."
"Good. Thank you, Snow Master."
Fang Che left.
Xue Fuxiao sent a message to Dongfang Sansan: "I got the flowers. But Fang Che's cultivation is improving a little too quickly. I'm staying here to hone him for a while. It'll probably take a few days. If anything comes up,