Chapter 836: Chapter 195: Gathering Storms (Part 4)
Song Yidao rolled his eyes: "With so many people helping you, what are you worried about? Doing more work won’t delay your marriage, will it? Considering everyone is putting in the effort for you, why not take on a task?"
"Alright..." Lame Hong Er conceded.
The Hall Master is truly shameless.
Actually using my marriage to threaten me...
So Lame Hong Er chose two people and went to the Ping an Inn. After arriving, Feng Yun was very courteous, warm, and polite, but after two hours, he said that it wasn’t very comfortable staying there.
He wanted to move to the Four Seas and Eight Desolate Tower.
So Feng Yun and the two others moved to the Four Seas and Eight Desolate Tower.
"Sorry, this inn is fully booked." The waiter looked troubled.
"Go and tell the person who booked the inn that my name is Feng Yun." Feng Yun smiled kindly.
Not long after.
The waiter returned with a broad, smiling face: "Please, young master, please, three top rooms have been prepared for you."
"Where are they?"
"Who?"
"The people who booked the inn, why aren’t they here to greet me?"
"Uh... well, this..."
"Hehe, no problem."
Feng Yun smiled warmly and casually entered the inn. Deep in his eyes, a sharp glint appeared.
The people from the Heavenly Palace, are they looking for trouble? Looking for death, aren’t they? Hmph!
Of course, Feng Yun didn’t know that... Duan Xiyang, along with Yan Beihan and Aunt Hong, had also arrived at the Four Seas and Eight Desolate Tower.
The reason and identity Duan Xiyang used to stay there were unknown.
And the other people from the Outer World Mountain Sect, whether they didn’t care about Feng Yun or didn’t know he was staying, started checking in wave after wave from early morning.
All the rooms in the Four Seas and Eight Desolate Tower were emptied, and various sects moved in.
It seemed like fewer guests, and less business than usual, had checked in, but the Four Seas and Eight Desolate Tower’s income suddenly increased several times over.
Everyone behaved cautiously and nothing happened until noon. But secretly, countless connections and private discussions took place.
...
Morning.
Fang Che looked much better.
He strolled in the courtyard, practicing, and those who came to visit wore relieved expressions, because they could visibly see Fang Che’s sword strokes go from weak, short of breath, to stable breathing, and then to fierce strikes...
This process was quite therapeutic.
Everyone wore a benevolent smile.
Even though everyone could see that Fang Che hadn’t fully regained his peak condition, it was only a matter of time.
Progress was swift, and he might fully recover tomorrow or the day after.
"Hall Master, I almost feel like I’m ready to return to work."
Fang Che submitted his request.
Song Yidao was momentarily stunned, then his expression turned complicated. With a cough, he said: "Ahem, there’s no rush. Focus on resting and completely recovering first."
"I have fully recovered." Fang Che argued, striking a pose, and with a sharp shout, swung his sword, the wind howling.
Fang Che looked proud, indicating he was now as energetic as a dragon and tiger.
"No rush." Song Yidao felt more awkward.
"What’s going on?" Fang Che sensed something was amiss.
"Ahem... your position has been... relieved. Wait at home... wait for the new appointment... ahem."
"Relieved?"
Fang Che was taken aback: "I’ve been dismissed? And the new appointment hasn’t been made? Is that what you mean?"
"Cough, if you understand it that way... it could be explained like that..."
Song Yidao sighed: "I’ve been asking about it. Rest assured, I estimate it’s because you’ve achieved too much success, and they haven’t decided on your new position yet. Besides, you’re just recovering from a severe injury... ahem, please wait patiently for a few days."
"..."
Fang Che nodded silently with a grim face.
Li Changkong and others also offered their comfort.
After all, the achievements were evident, for everyone to see.
Keep calm and wait...
But after stepping out, Li Changkong grabbed Song Yidao by the collar, furious: "You damn well cough up the Black-eyed White Bear Meat you ate from me!"
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