"Hyah!"
Accompanied by several sharp cries, a group of riders escorting a carriage entered the grounds of Divine Weapon Mountain Villa.
The riders wore black and moved with agility; clearly, they were all skilled in Martial Arts.
"Eldest Sister! Second Sister!"
Rarely leaving his secluded cultivation, Fang Yuan had come with his third sister, Nangong Fu, to welcome them at the villa gates.
"Years have passed, yet the villa is still just as it was!"
Eldest Sister Nangong Xiu was a gentle-looking woman. She stepped forward and affectionately took Fang Yuan's hand. "Wu Wang, you've lost weight!"
Beside her stood her husband, Flying Feather Sword Chang Kun, a famous chivalrous swordsman from Yuhe Commandery. He had thick brows, big eyes, and an honest-looking face.
"On the way here, I went more than a hundred li out of my way to bring Eldest Sister back with me. How about that? Shouldn't little brother thank me?"
Nangong Xiu was nothing like her name suggested; she wasn't the least bit demure. Her bright eyes danced, and the corners of her mouth curved upward, giving her an unusual charm—like the Witch, the Demoness so often spoken of in the martial world.
Her husband was also much more handsome than Eldest Sister's. His skin was as smooth as fine jade, and his name was Xu Ruyu. His aura surged like a rushing tide, his strength nearly that of an Upper Third Rank expert. Fang Yuan couldn't help taking a second look.
Although he had reached the Fourth Rank, his foundation was deeply concealed, and the source power in his dantian masked his true strength. No outsider could see through him.
Even Uncle Fu and Nangong Fu, who were close to him, only thought that he had spent a month tinkering with Martial Arts and come