The man in the southeast was immediately taken aback.
After receiving the order, he set off right away, but just as he stepped out the door, he received a second message.
What was going on?
Why was a trip to Baiyun Martial Academy now requiring a detour around the continent?
But Dongfang Sansan had always been meticulous in planning, and since he gave such orders, there must be a reason.
He dared not delay.
So he flew towards the headquarters.
...
Fang Che was now attending class at Baiyun Martial Academy.
Upon arrival, he saw Fang Qingyun waiting at the door.
"Cousin? Waiting for me? What's the matter?" Fang Che walked over.
Fang Qingyun gently chided, "I'm waiting here, if not for you, who else could it be?"
"Hmm...Weren't you on a mission?"
Fang Che was a bit puzzled, "After the Wan Zhimei incident, you were always on missions; I thought it had affected you. It didn't, did it?"
"No effect at all."
