...
That night.
Fang Che secretly went to the Baiyun Martial Academy.
"Instructor Li, there is something I need to entrust to you secretly."
"Fang Che? What is it?"
Fang Che was silent for a moment, then took out a stack of silver notes from his bosom, saying: "These are two million taels worth of silver notes. I hope that a few instructors could provide disaster relief for the victims in the name of Baiyun Martial Academy."
Li Changkong silently took them and said, "Alright. This money is what I, Li Changkong, am arranging to raise."
Fang Che felt a shock in his heart.
Li Changkong did not ask why not use your own name for such a thing.
Instead, he directly agreed, even pushing Fang Che out of the picture.
He looked up at Li Changkong.
He saw Li Changkong's eyes filled with extremely complex expressions, including comfort, heartache... perhaps other emotions as well.
But Fang Che didn't look for long and said softly: "Thank you for your hard work, Instructor Li."
