"I'm scared every time I go back. To be honest, I hate going home more than anything."
Although Fang Yong was confused, he still asked, "What does this have to do with me?"
"It has nothing to do with you. I've just never told this secret to anyone, and I wanted to get it off my chest. Keeping it bottled up is agonizing." As she spoke, Cheng Yu put down the Spiritual Source in her hands. "I've given you all the Spiritual Source. My future is in your hands now, Young Master Fang."
After that, Cheng Yu left.
Fang Yong was puzzled.
'This tactic would have been more effective on Jiang Man.'
'Why come to me?'
'But should I accept this or not?'
'With so much Spiritual Source and so many Elixirs, there's no way I could pay this back on my own.'
'What if I fail in the end?'
—
August was the final stretch for everyone.
After the fifteenth of August, the lessons would end.
