"Ninth Lord!"
When Fang Che shouted these two words, his voice was trembling.
It had been a year since they last met.
But this year felt like countless centuries had passed for Fang Che!
Finally, he saw this person again. This face.
It was like seeing a family member again after struggling alone, experiencing life and death a thousand times over!
At this moment, his nose even felt a bit sore.
"You've worked hard."
Dongfang Sansan said.
He stood up, speaking softly: "I know how hard this year has been for you."
With just one sentence, Fang Che almost shed tears.
He took a deep breath and said: "In the presence of the Ninth Lord, I dare not speak of hardship. For the great cause of the continent, Fang Che... would not hesitate to die a thousand deaths!"
Then he said: "It wasn't hard! It's what I should do!"
Dongfang Sansan smiled: "This meeting has been planned for a long time, and now, it has finally come to fruition, and this time, it's much more relaxed than the last."
