"That’s really great. I need to think about how to reward Fang Che. You know, rewarding him is a bit of a dilemma for me."

Dongfang Sansan smiled, feeling a bit refreshed.

Feeling the pressure on his shoulders lighten a bit, his whole body felt buoyant. It had been a long time since he had felt this way, it was truly enjoyable.

Immediately, Xue Fuxiao recounted all the events along the way, very thoroughly and meticulously.

Dongfang Sansan also paid close attention while watching.

He asked questions while watching, but he mainly inquired about Duan Xiyang’s news: "What is Duan Xiyang’s attitude towards Emperor Ziwei, and how intense is Emperor Ziwei’s reaction?"

"Did he kill people from the Heavenly Palace and Hell, Qingming Palace, Netherworld Palace, and Ziyi Palace? Were they all team elders? Then I will immediately have someone investigate the importance of the status and position of these deceased individuals in their respective organizations. We need to think about whether there’s room for maneuvering in this matter."

"Is Feng Yun really that outstanding? And Yan Beihan too? It seems like their friends, subordinates, and peers who can compete with them are no ordinary individuals. It appears that the Wei Wo Zheng Sect, after being dormant for so many generations, has finally produced leaders of the new generation..."

Regarding this, Dongfang Sansan felt a bit worried.

"Did the Underworld incur collective wrath? Was there a real breakup? No superficial breakup, and the upper echelons haven’t spoken out, right? Then that won’t do. That’s still not a breakup, the young ones might have deep-seated hatred like the sea, but not necessarily the elders. They might be able to represent the sect in the future, but not now."

Dongfang Sansan’s mind raced: "This matter needs some more pressure."

"I’ll handle this. Don’t worry about it."

"Old Sixth Fang? Is the recovery material for Old Sixth Fang ready? That’s good, a good thing. Um, who is Old Sixth Fang? This matter, you don’t need to worry about it."

Finally: "Basically, it’s almost the same as I anticipated, with some minor differences. Given Duan Xiyang’s temperament, that’s indeed how things would develop. Um, regarding Feng Yunqi’s matter... just handle it, don’t worry about anything else."

The same as you anticipated?

While flying, Xue Fuxiao showed a peculiar expression on his face.

Brother, I’ll show you something different.

"By the way, this time I also got Lord Jun Lin’s autobiography from Fang Che."

Xue Fuxiao dropped a bombshell: "It’s been so long, the era and age are different now, it still needs some polishing, right?"

"Jun Lin’s autobiography?!"

Dongfang Sansan was truly thrilled, his fingers even trembled a bit.

Great stuff! Truly great stuff!

He could already foresee how publishing this autobiography would shake the entire continent of martial artists.

This is the most advantageous weapon!

It can fundamentally change many things! Especially for young martial artists, it’s simply a mental bomb!

"Polishing is necessary, at that time, I’ll personally take care of it. This matter, I won’t trust anyone else to do."

Dongfang Sansan happily squinted his eyes and said: "Then we will spread it worldwide, just say it’s written by me, Dongfang Sansan, with Xue Fuxiao also participating in the polishing, both of us taking action, thus adding another layer of aura. Hahaha, this trip really yielded great results."

Xue Fuxiao quickly refused: "No no no... you can just put your name. I’m just someone who plays the flute, writing a book would just be a joke."

"That’s fine. If you don’t want to, then that’s settled."

Dongfang Sansan smiled: "How much longer until you arrive at the headquarters? I’m quite impatient, this is the first time in so many years I’ve felt this way."

"Soon. I guarantee this time you will be greatly surprised."

Xue Fuxiao sped through the clouds and fog, with a smile on his face as if anticipating a show.

"Great!"

Dongfang Sansan felt relaxed and smiled: "Since you dare say so, I’ll wait for the shock you’ll give me."

Then he joked: "Little Xue, you better be ready, if I’m not shocked, what will you say?"

Xue Fuxiao very straightforwardly: "I guarantee, if your eyes don’t pop out this time, I’ll change my surname! You have no idea, when I first saw it, my eyes couldn’t turn, even my heartbeat stopped."

Upon hearing this, Dongfang Sansan grew even more expectant. For so many years, when had Xue Fuxiao ever boasted to him?

At this moment, he felt more joyful, almost a sense of elation, even starting to laugh aloud.

The pressing desire to see it couldn’t be suppressed.

He simply didn’t suppress it, with a beaming smile, and went to patrol the hall with a spring breeze on his face. He knew how rare his joyful mood was at the moment, and so he wanted others to share in it.

He also knew how his joyful mood would have an uplifting effect on the morale of everyone at Guardian Headquarters.

So he naturally took a stroll around. The ruthlessness of Dongfang Sansan lies in the fact that he constantly exploits even himself, including subtle emotions!

Sure enough, seeing Dongfang Sansan come out with a full-face smile, everyone in the hall involuntarily felt particularly relaxed and happy, and they all felt at ease.

Ninth lord laughed!

The situation is looking great!

Even without saying a word, the speed of handling matters suddenly increased by several degrees, and it didn’t even feel tiring.

Watching Dongfang Sansan smile as he strolled around, then returned.

The group began to whisper to each other.

"The Ninth lord is this happy today... really, my mood feels brightened..."

"There must be great news!"

Everyone was quite expectant and curious.

Dongfang Sansan returned to his room and gazed out the window, eagerly waiting, why hasn’t it arrived?

Finally, after half a day, at the end of his vision.

In the clouds, a white shadow flashed. The tall figure of Xue Fuxiao appeared!

Dongfang Sansan’s heart skipped a beat.

It’s here!