"Just this trivial matter?" Fang Yu slightly furrowed his brows.
"Bro Yu, aren't you happy for me?" Chen Daotian felt like he was flying high.
"Get lost, kid. Training for so long and just breaking through to the Martial Arts Ninth Layer, and you still have the face to show off to me?"
"Bro Yu, you can't compare me to a monstrous freak like you! I'm so wronged!"
"I can't be bothered to talk nonsense with you. I'm heading back. Keep training, and remember, practice the Sunflower Manual in reverse!"
"Ptui! Bro Yu, that's the Dark Scripture!"
Snap!
The call was disconnected.
Fang Yu quickly returned to the Ye Family.
Worried about his image, he dodged the main gate and climbed over the nearby wall instead.
Then he jumped onto the balcony.
As soon as he entered the house—
"Who's there?!"
A sharp voice attacked.
Swoosh!
A long sword hung in the air!
Swoosh, swoosh!
Sword shadows whirled.
Fang Yu focused his eyes and saw it was the Water Cold Sword!
