"Take care of yourself."
Fang Che bowed.
He turned around.
And walked out of the Martial Arts Academy gate.
He knew that the Old Man Shen wasn't furious because of the wine, but because the impact of him taking up the position was too great on him.
The old man couldn't accept it all at once, his emotions were agitated.
Fang Che had no alternatives; he couldn't just leave without saying a word because that would hurt Old Man Shen even more.
He left the Martial Arts Academy.
He rode his horse out of the city, heading towards Bibo City.
On this journey, he wasn't fast.
Instead, he was lost in contemplation, considering everything he had done.
Fang Che sighed softly.
He knew that taking up the position in the Guardian Hall was inevitable. After all, this wasn't Zhao Shanhe's decision.
This must have been arranged by Dongfang Sansan.
Moreover, for his ultimate goal, this was the real path.
