Fang Che never refused anyone who wanted to imitate him or learn from him. If they were able to learn, they naturally could, and if they couldn't, they would never be able to in their lifetime.
But he also never took the initiative to teach.
That included Mo Gan Yun, he did not teach him, but he didn't forbid learning either.
Between you and me, there is no personal favor. If you learn it's your own achievement, if not, that is also your own business.
And it was precisely because Mo Gan Yun realized this that he invited Fang Che for meals every day.
Because he felt he had struck a huge bargain.
Walking on the street after a meal.
Suddenly a person stood in front of him.
Fang Che looked up, a very familiar face.
The icy face, cold eyes, and frosty aura.
Ding Jie Ran.
This seed player from the San Sheng Sect was looking at Fang Che with a complicated gaze, his expression still as cold as ever, his voice low, "That night... you were alright, weren't you?"
"I was fine."
