However, Fang Yang knew very well that the more someone seemed devoid of ambition, the fiercer their ambitions and the more numerous their schemes.
Otherwise, his second disciple could simply have gone into seclusion, rather than heading to Capital City, that haven of fame and fortune.
Two years had passed since their parting, without any word from his second disciple in Capital City. Now, she had suddenly taken the initiative to have the Princess Consort deliver a letter. Fang Yang could not help suspecting that she harbored ulterior motives.
Still... such suspicions were only natural.
After all, the demon had previously been so cruel and ruthless that it was understandable for any of his disciples to harbor murderous intentions toward him.
He wanted to see just what this disciple, who made everyone beneath the heavens tremble at the mere mention of her despite being a mortal, would write to him.
Rustle!
The breeze knew not how to read, yet idly rifled through the pages.
The instant Fang Yang picked up the letter, a gust blew straight toward him, blowing the envelope open.
It revealed the paper inside.
White as snow, giving off a faint sandalwood fragrance and free of any impurities, it was the white jade xuan paper currently in fashion, and it cost a considerable sum.
On the xuan paper, a neat line of refined, elegant handwriting stood out.
The characters looked tranquil and detached, seemingly indifferent to worldly struggles. But in Fang Yang's eyes, they revealed a pride that scorned every hero beneath the heavens and held everything upon its chessboard.
It gave him a deeper understanding of his second disciple.
"Master, I heard that your power has increased greatly and you have attained the realm of unity of heaven and man. Your disciple is overjoyed and offers