...
Early morning.
Fang Che walked into the Martial Arts Academy.
He was met with countless gazes.
Regardless of senior or peers, now in the Academy, there was hardly anyone who didn't recognize him.
Especially that signature black cloak with dark gold patterns, it had become known to all.
From a distance, as his leisurely and elegant robes fluttered, and the sunlight briefly refracted sparkles that disappeared in an instant, each detail represented, ah, Young Master Fang has arrived!
As Fang Che moved, everyone followed, with Fang Che wearing a warm smile, very polite, walking together towards the direction of the arena.
As they walked, suddenly someone asked, "Fang Che, do you feel good about killing Ximen Xuri?"
The person asked it with a smile, seemingly joking.
Fang Che stopped in his tracks and turned to look at the person, his eyes instantly turning icy cold.
