Chapter 1622 - 17: Han Jian’s Tragedy (Part 2)

Chapter 1622: Chapter 17: Han Jian’s Tragedy (Part 2)

Rui Qianshan embraced Gu Changhan, leading the members of the Han Jian Mountain Sect as they marched forward.

Yet, these words already left everyone in the Han Jian Mountain Sect profoundly moved.

They felt a surge of blood rushing straight to their hearts.

One by one, they silently followed Rui Qianshan in a wild dash, yet each felt a seed called ’hope’ quickly taking root and sprouting in their hearts!

Indeed, the Guardians are renowned throughout the world; are they any weaker than the Han Jian Mountain Sect?

From now on, it will be the realization of our true ideals and aspirations.

Fight for the world!

Han Jian Mountain Sect, sooner or later, it will still be ours!

...

Five days had already passed.

Fang Che, Feng Xiangdong, and others gathered at the Inspection Hall.

Dongyun Yu muttered complaints under his breath: "Damn it, everyone sleeps at Fang Royal Mansion at night, only to gather at the Inspection Hall in the morning... It’s really like taking off your pants to fart, completely unnecessary."

Fang Che turned his head, coldly looking at Dongyun Yu.

His gaze was like lightning.

Dongyun Yu stood firm for a while, but felt uneasy inside, raising his hand: "I was wrong."

Fang Che snorted and flicked his hand.

He took out a punishment notice, filled with various disqualifications, disdain, and incompetence, but the name was blank.

He said blandly: "Seven brothers, how about this paper?"

The seven faces simultaneously turned ashen.

Too harsh!

If such a document were issued to the family as official paperwork, it would probably result in having a monument erected for oneself.

A monument of humiliation!

Fang Che placed this paper in front of Dongyun Yu, saying: "Old fourth, take a good look. This blank, writing the three characters Dongyun Yu, fits perfectly."

Dongyun Yu’s face turned deathly pale: "Boss, even if I had a thicker skin, I can’t take this paper! Please take it back... just seeing it makes me tremble."

Fang Che patted Dongyun Yu on the shoulder, waving the paper in front of him, saying: "When you go to your continent... feel free to act foolish."

"I dare not, I dare not..."

Dongyun Yu tilted his head to avoid the paper, pleading: "Boss Fang... I beg you... my foul mouth, just think of me as a fart... just loosen your cheeks and let me go..."

Fang Che snorted, his eyes sweeping across the faces of his brothers: "Is everything ready?"

"Ready!"

Fang Che waved his hand decisively: "Let’s go!"

Swish!

Dongyun Yu was the first to dash out.

"Take care, boss! Brothers, take care!"

Mo Gan Yun and others cupped their hands.

At the Internal Affairs Room, Ye Meng stood at the door: "Take care of yourselves!... Don’t forget to bring back the spoils!"

"Hahaha..."

The brothers flew away like lightning.

In the blink of an eye, only Fang Che was left.

"I’m leaving too."

Ye Meng stepped forward, tidying his clothes, collar, and belt; stepping back a few steps, her eyes filled with deep love.

She gently said: "Come back safe and sound as soon as possible."

"Don’t worry."

At the doorway of the Internal Affairs Room.

Zhao Ying’er stood gracefully in white, like a snow mountain ice lotus, her gaze leisurely watching Fang Che.

Fang Che turned his head to look.

Zhao Ying’er bravely looked at him, softly saying: "Safe travels, take care, Ye Meng and I await your return!"

Fang Che nodded.

With a swish, he shot up from the ground, transforming into a streak of black light that vanished without a trace.

Ye Meng and Zhao Ying’er looked up and exchanged glances.

The smiles on their faces turned to worry; he had just left, yet they already longed for reunion.

"Sister, don’t worry, the Baiwu Continent is not a big deal for Mr. Fang. He’ll probably return soon."

Zhao Ying’er softly said.

Ye Meng slightly nodded.

But in her heart, she smiled bitterly.

Ignorance truly is bliss.

Though she didn’t know the specifics, Fang Che’s trip was definitely not solely for Baiwu Continent.

The Sect Master Level Cultivating Gu to Become a God Plan... a mist veiled Ye Meng’s eyes.

"Wish you peace."

Fang Che was already running through the woods outside Donghu State.

Flashing across like a shooting star.

He unleashed his full speed.

Because a message came from the Yin Shen Palace: "Ten days until the Cultivating Gu to Become a God plan! Hurry up!"