An Ruoxing's response put Fang Che at ease.
He had always been worried about the safety of Old Man Shen and others from the Baiyun Martial Academy who were participating in the Southeast conflicts, but without channels from the front lines, he never received any news from there. Now, he could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
An Ruoxing then greeted him and hurriedly left.
"Master Song, I'm heading home too." Watching An Ruoxing walk away, Fang Che also bid farewell.
"Go ahead, and rest well."
Song Yidao replied sullenly without turning his head.
When he turned around to look, Fang Che was already nowhere to be seen.
"Ah! He's still young, carefree and unconcerned."
Song Yidao sighed as he walked back, feeling as if his liver was swollen with anger throughout the night, his lungs felt suffocated and enlarged, yet there was nowhere to vent his frustration.
"Ah... Guardian... when will they truly become strong..."
He looked at the moon and sighed deeply.
