Fate brought them together and parted them, devouring spirit fruits and spirit medicines, the Pseudo-Emperor Realm

"What a shame. Amu only has an inferior martial root. If his martial root were a little better, he would at least become a king of his own domain someday."

Yun Che felt a little regretful. With Amu's inferior martial root aptitude, reaching the Grandmaster Realm would pretty much be his limit in this lifetime.

Unless, like those two destiny-favored NPCs, Ye Feng and Zhang Wuji, he could obtain an opportunity extraordinary enough to overcome the disadvantage of his inferior martial root.

Yun Che stopped watching him. After choosing 30 points of strength, he headed out of the courtyard.

Just then, Ning Yi said to Yun Che, "Kid, us two old fellows have something to attend to and will be leaving for a while. We probably won't be back for about half a year."

Yun Che looked back at Ning Yi and Situ Kong, who were still playing mahjong. After some thought, he said, "Do you need my help? With my current combat power, I probably wouldn't hold you back."

Situ Kong smiled and shook his head slightly. "We know you're strong, but we want to handle this ourselves. Besides, you'll be taking part in the Hundred Schools Elite Tournament soon. You won't have time to run around with us two old fellows."

Yun Che did not insist. "All right! Please be careful, seniors."

The two smiled and nodded, then continued playing mahjong, enjoying these last moments of leisure.

Beside them, the Old Drunkard's eyes flickered as he drew a tile. "Kid, I'm planning to leave for a while too, though I don't know when I'll return."

Yun Che frowned slightly. Why were all these sheep ripe for fleecing leaving? He asked, "Is it personal business for you too, Elder?"

The Old Drunkard sighed helplessly. "Actually, I don't have much