"Senior Brother, what should we do now?"
After returning to the rear courtyard, Fang Qianyuan did not immediately head back to his Brightheart Pavilion. Instead, he spoke with Sun Zhuo in the garden outside.
Sun Zhuo paced slowly, a thoughtful look appearing on his face.
He was now a steward in the Administrative Affairs Institute. More than a year of experience had given him a steadier bearing, and even when faced with something like their master being injured, he could handle it calmly.
After thinking for a while, he finally said to Fang Qianyuan, "Junior Brother, don't let your thoughts run wild. Just keep cultivating diligently, as you always have."
Fang Qianyuan opened his mouth, but in the end, he could only nod. "I understand."
There truly was nothing he could do at present.
As for treatment, the sect would do everything it could.
As for protection, the sect would provide it.
They could not get involved in matters at the Earth Rank level.
At the Human Rank level, meanwhile, it seemed that the singing and dancing continued, the seas calm and the rivers clear.
For him, what truly mattered was raising his cultivation as quickly as possible and reaching Earth Rank.
Only by becoming an Earth Rank powerhouse could he become a new pillar of his master's line, so that an injury to their master would not leave everyone, within and without, gripped by anxiety.
"Actually, our master's injury should have shown you how important a sect's power is. A rogue cultivator, even one who reaches Earth Rank, can easily be plagued by all sorts of injuries and dangers, with no protection for the foundations of their Dao path. But by establishing a lineage and building a power base, they can gain protection."
"When enough Earth Rank experts join