He smiled and said, "What’s the situation exactly?"
"It’s not that I don’t want to say, it’s just that I genuinely don’t know..."
Fang Che smirked bitterly, "There’s not even a hint of an impression... My mory stays at the mont he ca in, then suddenly, my Divine Soul ached intensely, and then it was just pain... until I lost all consciousness."
"I wanted to imrse my Divine Sense into the sea of consciousness, but I couldn’t even ascend, and completely blacked out."
As he spoke, Fang Che frowned deeply.
Clearly, he was enduring pain.
"So how did you wake up?" Yang Luoyu asked.
"I don’t know either, just suddenly felt the pressure lessen; then I could feel the intense pain, couldn’t control it, moaned twice... then I woke up..."
Fang Che carefully recalled, "Oh, and it felt like... previously suffering a heavy pressure, like an entire mountain pressing down, but suddenly that feeling of ease disappeared."
Yang Luoyu took detailed notes.
Then he asked a few more questions.
Before leaving, he checked Fang Che’s Divine Sense and Spiritual Power, then stood up and said, "Rest assured and heal up, for now, the situation in the Southeast is quite stable, there’s nothing you need to fight for... Haha, rest easy. I’ll keep an eye on your appointnt."
Fang Che was taken aback, "Appointnt? What appointnt?"
Yang Luoyu gave a light smile, "You don’t know you’re about to get a promotion soon. But your appointnt still needs deliberation. Don’t worry yourself."
"I understand, sir."
"Rest now, I’m off."
Yang Luoyu smiled and departed.
Fang Che squinted as he watched Yang Luoyu leave, a look of contemplation in his eyes.
This was an investigation on .
It must be arranged by the Ninth Lord.
It seems the things I’ve done recently were indeed a bit sloppy.
Fang Che had a simple way to assess his rights and wrongs: if the Ninth Lord imdiately took asures on a matter to cover for him, then he was sloppy.
Conversely, it ant he did sothing impressive.
Unfortunately, by this standard, he hadn’t done many impressive things, but there were quite a few sloppy ones.
"It’s unlikely that the Wei Wo Zheng Sect will suspect of being the traitor. But as for the Heavenly Palace ushering a case of reckless disregard for the overall picture, leading to serious consequences, that’s possible."
"And the Ninth Lord should have erased the consequences of this matter. Because the unfairness I suffered here is enough to erase all my wrongs there! This is generally a consensus for undercover operatives."
After reevaluating everything, Fang Che finally sighed.
I clearly feel I’ve gained a lot more understanding, should be quite on par with the Ninth Lord by now, yet why does the distance seem to grow wider?
Ye ng ca in and asked, "Feeling stronger now?"
Fang Che rolled his eyes and said, "Much stronger, today I could probably have eight or nine als."
"I’ll go make them then."
As Fang Che claid to be stronger, he was indeed feeling better. By the afternoon, he could be supported by Ye ng for a walk in the yard, stretching his legs.
This made everyone who ca to visit truly delighted!
The news of Fang Che waking up also spread swiftly.
Dongfang Sansan imdiately ssaged Dongfang Siwu: "Co back, go do your thing."
Since Fang Che woke up, it indicates everything’s fine.
This guy over there would hinder Fang Che’s interaction with the Demon Sect people. Quickly drive him back!
"..."
Dongfang Siwu nearly suffocated, feeling freed by this ssage.
In an instant, he soared high, a gray mist cutting across the sky and vanished without a trace.
After completing all the investigations, Yang Luoyu also started the journey back to report to headquarters.
In a short span of ti, this Baiyun State, under Dongfang Sansan’s command, once again turned into a zone with a ’vacuum of Guardian higher-level combat power’!
Everything... was left for Fang Che to showcase.
This point was neither ntioned explicitly nor possible to articulate.
But Dongfang Sansan trusted that Fang Che understood.
Although Fang Che was not aware of all of Dongfang Sansan’s arrangents, he truly understood. So by evening, he didn’t need support, moving around the yard by himself.
Like a stroke patient in recovery.
By deep night, he was already able to swing a sword a few tis.
Then he weakly coughed, covering his head with his hand—indicating he was still in great pain.
Fang Che didn’t know that there was no surveillance around him anymore, still instinctively acting.
He didn’t realize his performance was rely for the air... and an amused spectator, Ye ng.
Everyone else... was gone.
When Fang Che pretended to clumsily move, half paralyzed, Ye ng watched expressionless, or hurried off to cook.
Because... she was afraid she’d burst out laughing.
This barely suppressible emotion was finally contained after Ye ng communicated ’Fang Che is awake’ using her own identity and the guilt of ’betraying her husband’, sinking into self-closure, leaving no room for laughter.
By midnight, Fang Che finally sensed it.
There probably wasn’t any surveillance anymore.
Because that vague unease deep inside him vanished.
So after washing up, Fang Che lay on the bed.
Holding Ye ng in his arms, he said, "These past few days have been suffocating ..."
Ye ng lightly struggled, transmitting her voice, "Aren’t you still supposed to perform?"
"I don’t think we need to anymore. Besides, I’ve recovered..."
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