The next morning.
Fang Yu had just opened his eyes when the door was pushed open.
A maid cautiously entered.
"Master-in-law," the maid called softly.
Fang Yu helplessly rolled his eyes and said, "What is it? Spit it out!"
"The young miss asked me to give you a note..." The maid hesitated and handed over a note.
"A note?"
He took the note, which had a drawing on it. It was unmistakably the silhouette of him facing the setting sun, pulling out the Death God Sword.
"What's the meaning of this? Playing coy? Is this the so-called literati way of expression?"
Truly bashful indeed.
With a slight smile, Fang Yu tucked the note into his pocket.
After a brief wash, he headed to Chen Daotian's residence.
...
In some dilapidated corridor.
Fang Yu pinched his nose and climbed up.
"Does this guy Chen Daotian really have to live in such a messy place? Seriously?"
