"That was a close call this time."
Fang Che frowned, brows tightly knit.
He let out a soft breath.
Once again he reflected on himself: these days, hasn't everything gone a bit too smoothly? He kept thinking that since the high-ups of the Wei Wo Zheng Sect knew about him, he could just kick back and relax.
But… things were not like that at all. Crises and accidents could still show up at any random, careless moment.
After all, in this world, the ones who can't bear to kill him are just those few people up top.
Below them, whether it's the Guardians or the Wei Wo Zheng Sect, there are millions of experts who could easily send the current him to his grave. And those people have no idea how important he is!
So…
"From now on I'd better tuck my tail between my legs and behave."
Fang Che scrutinized himself; though he himself knew, this assassination attempt—no matter how cautious he was—he probably couldn't have dodged it.
