Fang Mo glanced back toward the door. Xu Shou stood motionless beside the carriage, seemingly unaware of what had been said. Fang Mo looked away and said,
"Come on! Let's go inside and talk!"
Once they had entered the large living room, Mu Yan glared sternly at Wang Jinlong and lowered his voice in anger. "Why can't you keep your mouth shut? How many times have I told you? And you still forgot!"
Wang Jinlong was sweating profusely, his expression awkward. "It was just a slip of the tongue!"
Yue Quan glared at him.
"I say we should sew your mouth shut. Good thing Tao Shang and the others weren't here!"
Under everyone's scolding, Wang Jinlong hung his head and didn't dare argue. Fang Mo said, "That's enough. No need to go on about it. Just be careful from now on!"
Wang Jinlong was as relieved as if pardoned, and hurriedly said,
"I'll remember. I'll be careful from now on!"
Fang Mo nodded and looked at everyone. "You don't need to worry, either. I'll find a way to gather news, and I'll let you know if anything happens!"
Everyone fell silent. How could they not be worried? The war affected them, after all.
Yue Quan broke the silence and asked,
"Fang Mo, did he take you as his disciple?"
Fang Mo gave a rueful smile.
"He did, and he didn't!"
"What do you mean?"
Everyone looked puzzled. They exchanged glances, then turned back to Fang Mo in confusion.
Fang Mo smiled faintly.
"For now, I'm only a nominal disciple. I have to pass an assessment before I can become a formal disciple!"
Luo Jiangyan furrowed her brow and asked worriedly,
"There's still an assessment? Is it difficult?"
Fang Mo smiled. "I have to make the top five on the Heaven