Fang Che washed his face and headed to the living room, where he attended to four Old Demons playing chess.
Yin Shen Palace looked up, noticing his complexion had recovered quite a bit, and said lightly, "Why, feeling better?"
Fang Che nodded, "A bit down, but I'm alright. I've mostly adjusted this afternoon. Instead, I feel somewhat regretful."
"Regretful? Regretful of what?" Yin Shen Palace asked.
"These ten people were the ones I was closest to and who supported me the most. I planned to cultivate them into close confidants to have some power by my side as I advance in the future. So, it's a bit regretful,"
Fang Che said.
"Their cultivation isn't enough,"
Yin Shen Palace said, "Also, they don't have any background you can leverage, unlike those Shi family's sons in the Escort Agency. So, the same tactics won't work here."
"Yes, I've realized that now. Indeed, things have gone too smoothly for a while, and I've gotten a bit carried away."
