Time seemed to stand still.
Fang Xin looked at Chu Tianhong, who was slightly bowing.
It had to be said that a person like Chu Tianhong, who could rise to his current position, definitely had some capabilities.
For someone of his status to actually bow and admit his mistake to someone younger than himself was enough to explain many things.
Such a person, capable of both yielding and stretching, was destined to achieve great things.
However, such people were also the type who could endure, but once they seized an opportunity, they would certainly take a risk.
This time, Chu Tianhong's attempt to act against Fang Xin in Lan City was a prime example.
He dared to go against the current.
If not for Fang Xin's good fortune and the timely return of Fang Qingdi, they would have already held a funeral feast by now.
Chu Tianhong slowly straightened up, looking at Fang Xin with a faint smile, "Is this satisfactory?"
Fang Xin raised his hand, gesturing towards the door, "Then, I won't see you out!"
Chu Tianhong smiled and nodded, tidied his clothes, and stepped out the door.
Within the cramped space.
A Yan Jie and the others, who were already holding their breath, became even more silent.
The scene they had just witnessed felt like a dream.
They never in their wildest dreams imagined that Chu Tianhong, the esteemed next Pope candidate of the Church, the Governor-General of the Imperial Guard, the Dean of the Bright Academy—with all these titles combined, signifying his noble social status—would actually come to Fang Xin's door to apologize! And so sincerely!
Their jaws dropped as they peered through the tiny zipper gap, watching outside. This scene left an indelible mark in their minds, completely stunned by what they had just witnessed firsthand.
Rumors had it that Fang Xin was repeatedly suppressed by the Church, but seeing this today, the credibility of those rumors was questionable; this clearly showed Fang Xin overpowering the Church.
They, who were like mice seeing a cat when encountering people from the Church, barely dared to breathe, while Fang Xin directly confronted them. In comparison, they only felt like a bunch of losers.
The shock in their thoughts did not dissipate until Chu Tianhong had left the room.
Fang Xin opened the gifts, which were all expensive tonics. Since the Age of Awakening and the resurgence of spiritual energy, many existing tonics had become more potent than before. Chu Tianhong had brought many tonics that significantly improved vitality and mental strength.
It was clear these were intended for Fang Qingdi, but he hadn't met Fang Qingdi. Still, Chu Tianhong didn't dare to be presumptuous and left with his tail between his legs.
As Fang Xin was tidying up, the zipper on the wall behind him opened, and A Yan Jie and the others emerged.
They still looked at Fang Xin's back with expressions of shock.
"Student Fang Xin?" A Yan Jie called out.
Fang Xin turned his head, "What's wrong?"
"Why did Chu Tianhong apologize to you?"
This was what the others also wanted to ask.
"Oh, he tried to lay hands on me yesterday!"
A Yan Jie and the others were all stunned. Chu Tianhong tried to lay hands on Fang Xin yesterday?
But now, Fang Xin was perfectly fine, and he even made Chu Tianhong come to his door to apologize, which already explained many things.
Recalling Chu Tianhong's words just now, "Chu Tianhong mentioned 'Old Master,' who is that? Is it Old Master Ye, the one behind the Ninth Division?"
Fang Xin casually brushed them off, "You should inquire less about societal matters!"
A Yan Jie choked a bit. Jiang Xiaocha looked at Fang Xin, seemingly having thought of something, but she didn't say anything.
The chubby Xiao Long gave Fang Xin a thumbs up, "I admit, I was looking down on you just now. You're practically my big brother. You've really opened my eyes today. I've lived this long and never seen anyone make the Church back down like that!"
As he spoke, Xiao Long nudged the young man with his elbow, "Mi Chun, you just said Chu Tianhong came to exert pressure, didn't you get slapped in the face now!"
Mi Chun stared at Fang Xin, "I was narrow-minded!"
"Want to stay and have a meal together?" Fang Xin changed the subject.
A Yan Jie glanced at the time, "No need, we have other things to do, so we won't bother you!"
As she spoke, she started to walk out. When she reached the door, A Yan Jie stopped and turned to look at Fang Xin, "Student Fang Xin, about us seeing you today..."
Fang Xin made a gesture, "We never met!"
The pink-haired A Yan Jie smiled sweetly, then turned and led her group away. Jiang Xiaocha lingered at the very back. Once her teammates had walked a little further, she said to Fang Xin, "Brother, I have to go too!"
Fang Xin stuffed all the tonics Chu Tianhong had brought into Jiang Xiaocha's hands, "Take these. Be careful on the road!"
Jiang Xiaocha looked at the large pile of things, "Brother, you're giving them all to me. What will you use?"
"I have millions of god and demon marrow; they're much better than these things!"
Jiang Xiaocha felt it was superfluous to ask further and accepted all the items.
After seeing Jiang Xiaocha out, Fang Xin returned to his room. Taking advantage of this short holiday, Fang Xin planned to inspect Huang Dabao's work.
At this juncture, Fang Xin once again observed and studied the egg he had brought out of the Water Moon Grotto Heaven. This thing devoured god and demon marrow every day with a 'clunking' sound, but fortunately, Fang Xin could clearly feel the increasingly strong energy fluctuations emanating from it.
Fang Xin flicked the eggshell with his finger. This thing was a crystal formed by the fusion of a Qilin and other divine beasts. He wondered when this thing would finally hatch.
Huang Dabao had sent a reply, indicating that he had intermittently recruited over a hundred new talents for the Seven Killings Sect during this period.
Xiahou Wu had already reached Level 4 combat power.
According to what Xiahou Wei had said before, his father's killer was Level 5. At that time, Fang Xin could directly unleash the cheat Situ Shenshu for a weakening move, and then the promise to Xiahou Wu for his personal revenge would be resolved, wouldn't it?
Fang Xin sent a message to Huang Dabao, saying he was coming over and asked Huang Dabao to gather all the new personnel to prepare for a divine bestowal.
On the way to the airport, Fang Xin remembered what the King of Slaughter in the mirror had said last night about the Seven Kings gathering.
The information about the Seven Kings in his mind was very vague.
It felt like a dream, a dream he clearly remembered, but the moment he opened his eyes and turned his head, *snap* (claps hands then spreads them), he forgot!
He wondered if it was related to the King of Slaughter's mention that his perception needed improvement.
Fang Xin habitually sent a message to Xiong Mao Jie, whose ID was 'Using Chest Hair for Hair Transplant,' on the forum.
"Do you know anything about the Seven Kings?"
Not getting an immediate reply, Fang Xin put his phone in his pocket and boarded the plane.
The plane took off and landed.
When he exited the airport, Huang Dabao was already waiting outside.
The first time he met Huang Dabao, the old man had a face full of wrinkles and looked disheveled, but now, Huang Dabao was thriving, radiant and beaming, dressed in a suit and a floral shirt, with a leather bag tucked under his arm, looking like a nouveau riche who was proficient in all kinds of debauchery.
As the team grew, Huang Dabao also led the newly recruited people to start some small businesses.
They opened a logistics company in the city where they were currently based, specializing in urban express delivery, which also provided a legitimate identity for those they recruited. Since the establishment of the Seven Killings Sect, Fang Xin had never worried about its finances.
Huang Dabao drove a luxury car, taking Fang Xin to the company.
Fang Xin's phone vibrated.
It was Xiong Mao Jie's reply about the Seven Kings.
"Why are you asking about that?"
