A Single Slash

That evening, everyone gathered to see Fang Mo off.

They had long since decided to split up, so they only discussed their plans going forward: when to meet again, how to contact one another if they ran into danger, and the like. Fang Mo also distributed the pills he had concocted among them, along with a generous share of the money he had earned from alchemy.

This left everyone feeling deeply uncomfortable. Now, they actually had to rely on Fang Mo to look after them.

Fang Mo looked at them and said:

"Make sure you keep your wristwatches covered. Don't let anyone see them!"

Feng Xuyang nodded. "We've been careful to keep them covered, and we never use them in front of other people!"

Fang Mo nodded, his expression grave. "We don't know what's happening on the Alliance's side. If a conflict breaks out and the Alliance army invades this secret realm, our wristwatches could expose our identities. So be extremely careful!"

Fortunately, their previous combat suits had been damaged in battle time and again. By the time they reached the temple, many of them had already changed into other clothes. Otherwise, their suits would have stood out far too much in this world.

Yue Quan smiled and said:

"All right, stop fussing over us. Everyone here's an old hand. We don't need you watching over us. You're the one who needs to be careful. You'll be on your own, with no one to help you, so you need to be extra cautious!"

Everyone laughed at that. She was right. Almost everyone there was older than Fang Mo, but he had led the team for so long that they had all forgotten how young he was.

That evening, they shared a meal, then went off to train on their own.