Dawn.
Fang Che got up very early, and he looked rosy, energetic, and radiant.
His smile was amiable, yet carried a hint of the sorrow of parting.
Mu Lin Yuan and others specially observed Fang Che's appearance and all felt relieved.
It seems that the Sect Hierarch's advice last night was effective, and Yemo has already overcome this psychological hurdle.
It truly wasn't easy.
Yin Shen Palace looked a little surprised, their eyes circling over Fang Che's face, and chuckled: "Oh, have you figured it out?"
Fang Che smiled sheepishly and said: "Master, please don't jest with me. Our positions oppose each other, we're mortal enemies by nature. To be blunt, if I fall into their hands, they might slice me into a thousand pieces and it would be merciful. There's nothing to figure out, it's something that requires no thought."
Yin Shen Palace smiled faintly and said: "That's good."
On the surface, he appeared indifferent, but inwardly he was very pleased.
