You're pretty smooth with your 'conveniently on the way'.
"I need to patrol the Yixin Sect, Mr. Yan."
"Alright, get busy then."
Yan Beihan ended the communication, frowning, her pretty face full of displeasure.
This feeling of scratching boots without getting the itch off makes her very unhappy.
Clearly wanting to ask with concern: How's your injury?
But she can't ask.
Because if she asks, Fang Che would immediately know he's exposed here. This can't happen.
But she really wants to ask.
This Heavenly King Flute damn it!
Dared to assassinate Yemo!
How to find a way to vent this anger?
Yan Beihan is deep in thought. Anyway, this dumb loss cannot be accepted.
...
Southeast Headquarters.
Feng Yun sneaked back during his busy schedule, can't just accompany Bei Mingxin in Wan Ling Zhi Forest all the time.
Bei Mingxin in Wan Ling Zhi Forest is like being on vacation, looking like he'd be happy to stay for ten or twenty years and not go back.
But not for him.
