Feng Yichen returned faster than expected.
Before dawn the next day, he arrived dust-covered at Sect Leader Qi's courtyard gate.
"Master, hurry up, slaughter a pig to reward me!"
Feng Yichen rudely picked up a sweetly sleeping piglet. Ignoring its squeals and struggles, he directly tossed it into the Sect Leader's resting chamber.
"You little brat, are you staging a rebellion?"
Qi, who hadn't yet fully dressed, cursed as he emerged holding the little pig by its ear, glaring angrily at his impudent disciple.
But when his eyes fell on the sword strapped to Feng Yichen's back, his brows furrowed tightly:
"What happened? Why is the Skyfall Sword broken?"
Feng Yichen dove straight into the room, grabbing the teapot off the table and chugging two mouthfuls of tea. He used his sleeve to wipe his mouth and grumbled:
