Chapter 1093: Chapter 266: Your Dad Is Pretty Impressive! [Ten Thousand Words!]

Hearing the crowd’s call.

This ’Fourth Brother’ finally came to his senses, waved his hand and said, "You all go ahead to Baixiang Continent and wait for me. I have some matters to attend to."

Everyone looked puzzled.

How come there are suddenly matters that need attending to? Aren’t we on a mission?

Fourth Brother frowned and suddenly commanded sternly, "Now! Immediately! Leave!"

It was an outright order.

"Yes!"

No one dared to delay; they straightened up and saluted, obeyed the command, then turned and soared away.

But Fourth Brother waited until everyone was far gone, out of sight, before turning around in a hurry to follow the path he came from.

He stepped onto the main road directly, soared up like a meteor, heading straight for Fang Che.

Fang Che and Ye Meng proceeded unhurriedly. Just now, his Divine Sense detected a team brushing past them in the forest.

Therefore, he stopped humming, opened his eyes, urged his horse forward, and began joking with Ye Meng.

"The song you sang was quite nice."

Ye Meng smiled, her lips pursed, and said, "It’s a bit bold, a bit poignant, but full of ringing vigor, masculine courage."

"Really?"

Fang Che laughed and said, "I’ll sing it for you often in the future."

"Alright."

Ye Meng beamed with joy.

She genuinely liked listening to it. However, the tune of this song, as well as its tranquil yet magnificent meaning, seemed suited only for men; if sung by a woman, it wouldn’t spoil the song but might be too soft, lacking in strength.

She couldn’t help but feel a tinge of regret.

At that moment.

"Whizz!"

The wind in the sky roared, bringing a sharp momentum, akin to an arrow sweeping overhead.

Fang Che furrowed his brow.

He and Ye Meng reined in and halted.

Their gaze fixed forward.

A shadow flashed by, a figure clad in black had already stood firmly in the middle of the road.

Standing over eight feet tall, what a burly man.

Standing on the ground, like a mountain reaching the sky.

Only his temples were speckled gray, his hair slightly graying, giving a somewhat ’hero at twilight’ vibe, yet not strongly so.

For his momentum was astounding, still moving like an unstoppable iron torrent.

Unstoppable, sweeping aside all before him.

Behind him was a broadsword, its hilt twice as thick as a typical sword hilt.

Standing before the horse, his eyes were locked onto Fang Che’s face.

His gaze held no superiority, nor any hostility or killing intent.

Only a profound uncertainty brimming with suppressed delight.

Fang Che sat on his horse, a flicker of perplexity crossed his eyes, he cupped his fists and said, "Senior, why do you block the way of me and my wife?"

The square-faced man frowned and said, "Wife? Is she your woman?"

"Of course."

"Congratulations, congratulations."

The square-faced man suddenly laughed and said, "To meet a young couple this time, what a twist of fate... Congratulations on your union and lifelong happiness."

"Thank you."

Ye Meng watched from the side, sensing some peculiarity.

This person was surely a senior in the martial arts world, an expert martial artist, with such momentum... few she had seen could match...

But when speaking to Fang Che, he seemed somewhat unusual.

Very modest, very calm, even... subtly conciliatory.

Fearful of offense, not merely a matter of equal standing, carrying an additional nuance, such as... respect?

Could he be... from the Demon Sect?

Yet clearly he didn’t recognize Fang Che... for what reason?

But Fang Che, observing this square-faced man, also felt an oddity.

He could sworn he’d never seen this person before. But inexplicably, seeing his face suddenly brought about a genuine sense of familiarity.

Instinctively, he felt this person was trustworthy, worth knowing.

Even, worth risking his life for!

Why was that?

Perplexity flashed through Fang Che’s eyes briefly, then clarity returned. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Bingche Spirit Platform, fully activated to maintain a calm heart.

He had guessed.

This person might be an acquaintance from a past life?

A comrade? Fellow Brother? Partner?

With a forlorn sigh in his heart, Fang Che knew not only were memories missing, but even if he fully recalled, recognition was impossible.

This square-faced man looked at Fang Che’s face, tentatively said, "I am Jiang Shangou, the fourth in the brotherhood; may I know the gentleman’s surname?"

"Me?"

Fang Che laughed lightly, "So it’s Senior Jiang, I am surnamed Fang."

"Fang?"

The square-faced man’s Adam’s apple moved up and down, eyes wide open, "Coincidentally, my elder brother is also surnamed Fang."

Fang Che chuckled, "Well, a coincidence indeed."

"May I inquire your full name?" asked Jiang Shangou.

"Fang Che!"

"Fang Che?"

Jiang Shangou’s eyes dimmed noticeably, "Could it be Fang Che from Baiyun State, holding the Chief Steward position, renowned as the world’s first king in the Wei Wo Zheng Sect King level Battle?"

"I wouldn’t dare say. Those are just rumors. I’m merely carrying out tasks."

Fang Che humbly replied.

Jiang Shangou’s eyes dimmed further, after a while, he forced a laugh, "Mr. Fang is too modest, your battles have raised the Guardian Continent’s prestige, overshadowed the demons, and stood unrivaled. The world’s first king you fully deserve!"

Fang Che calmly said, "Senior exaggerates."

Jiang Shangou paused, "Mr. Fang, may I ask something?"

"Please do."

"The song you just sang, what is its name?" Jiang Shangou stared intently into Fang Che’s eyes.

Name?

Amazingly, Fang Che couldn’t recall it no matter what.

He could only smile sheepishly, "I truly can’t remember."

He said he couldn’t recall, yet Jiang Shangou’s eyes suddenly brightened, "Then... since you can’t remember, how come Mr. Fang could sing this tune?"