This meeting has finally reached its end.

Fang Che felt a bit reluctant and said, "The scenery in your domain, Ninth Lord, is really beautiful."

Dongfang Sansan laughed heartily, "Domains are born from the heart. When you can cultivate a domain for yourself, you will find it looks even better than mine."

"I hope so."

Fang Che laughed heartily.

"However, before you leave, you still have to endure a little more."

Dongfang Sansan laughed heartily and said, "After all, this Wenxin Road can’t let you pass through so easily. I’ll give you a Calming Strike, and you should sleep for two days."

"I indeed need some rest."

Fang Che laughed heartily.

...

Fang Che’s entry into the Wenxin Road.

Although it wasn’t announced publicly, the high-levels of the Wei Wo Zheng Sect were closely monitoring it.

Currently, Fang Che had already been inside for two days.

The Yin Shen Palace members could fully imagine the kind of torment Fang Che was suffering.

Two days and two nights.

What kind of Divine Soul strength can withstand such torment?

Just thinking about it makes one’s scalp tingle.

Finally, on this day...

Fang Che was brought out.

Unconscious and senseless.

The Law Enforcement Team, led by Yan Wuzui, immediately left.

It’s said that when Yan Wuzui left, his face was somewhat pale.

Clearly, he used a lot of energy.

He left a message before leaving.

"When Fang Che wakes up, within a month, report to the Southeast Guardian Headquarters. Appointed as Inspector of the Southeast Guardian Headquarters!"

Then he soared into the sky.

Returning to headquarters.

He didn’t even stop in Baiyun State for a moment.

Song Yidao was anxious and rushed in to see, only to find Fang Che lying steadily on the bed, his face pale.

But his breathing was steady.

Apparently, it was just damage to his Divine Sense, nothing seriously wrong.

Immediately he was relieved.

Ye Meng hurried over to take care of him, seeing Fang Che like this, couldn’t help but feel heartfelt pain and tears came down.

"Don’t cry, this is a good thing, Mr. Fang has overcome this Wenxin Road, and there should no longer be any other disturbances. From now on, it should be smooth sailing, and it’s foreseeable."

Song Yidao comforted Ye Meng, "Take good care of him. He should wake up before long."

"Yes, thank you, Hall Master."

"Well...here is Fang Che’s appointment letter. By then, let Fang Che take this to take office at the Southeast Headquarters."

Song Yidao chuckled and said, "However, your Scholar Residence here needs to find a buyer now. Because once you’re over there, you will definitely have to settle there. It’s impossible to run back and forth."

Ye Meng said, "This, let’s wait for the head of the household to wake up and ask for his opinion."

"That’s true."

Song Yidao laughed heartily.

Just about to bid farewell, he heard a knocking sound.

"Is Fang Che at home?"

A voice that was quite familiar, very gentle and elegant, righteous and awe-inspiring.

Going out to have a look, he saw a person in a flowing long robe, with three long strands of beard, looking refined and elegant, it was Baiyun Martial Academy’s Supervisor Meng Chizheng.

"What brings Supervisor Meng here to grace us with your presence."

Song Yidao was quite taken aback.

Meng Chizheng laughed heartily and said, "Master Song is also here, what a coincidence. That old fellow Shen Zhixuan is working at the Southeast Guardian Headquarters and can’t come back. I asked him when he’d return, but he asked me to come and see how Fang Che is...ah, just with one more word from me, and I ended up with this errand."

He smiled and said, "But each time I come, I get a free good meal, so it’s not a loss when I think about it... But Fang Che isn’t home?"

Seeing that Fang Che did not come out to greet him, he was somewhat puzzled.

"You picked the wrong time, Fang Che has suffered some damage to his Divine Soul, now resting in deep sleep for recovery. I’m afraid he really can’t entertain you."

"Ah? How did he get injured again? Could it be an old wound flaring up? Let me go in and see!"

Meng Chizheng’s concern was fully expressed in his words.

Then he immediately stepped into the room.

Looking worried, clearly valuing and caring for Fang Che greatly.

"What’s going on?" Meng Chizheng sat on the chair by Fang Che’s bed.

"It should be the old Divine Soul problem, but I’m not entirely sure." Wenxin Road is top secret, so naturally Song Yidao dared not disclose it.

"From the looks of it, nothing serious."

Meng Chizheng checked his pulse: "Indeed, the Divine Soul is somewhat chaotic, but not in total disarray, rather it seems like it’s been impacted...hmm, not very severe, should wake up within a day or two. Master Song, what do you think?"

"I think so too."

"That’s good, that’s good. This kid is a good kid, just a bit too reckless. For the sake of the Continent, for the people of the world...Fang Che, this kid, really goes all out."

Meng Chizheng sighed.

"Yes, ever since Steward Fang came to our Guardian Hall, the prestige has been growing higher. It’s a pity, when Mr. Fang wakes up this time, he won’t belong to our Baiyun State Guardian Hall anymore."

Song Yidao was quite reluctant.

Such a capable subordinate, after serving for so many years he finally found one, and just as he was getting used to him, he was transferred away.

Once Fang Che leaves, it would return to working with Yuan Jingjiang, Chen Ru Hai, Fan Tiantiao, and others.

Yuan Jingjiang, who lacks much brain, Chen Ru Hai, who has a foot odor that can shake the heavens, and Fan Tiantiao, whose face looks like a dried old eggplant...

In such an environment, just thinking about it makes one sigh deeply.

Too difficult.

"What is it?" Meng Chizheng was puzzled.

"Mr. Fang got promoted..." Song Yidao sighed, "This is the appointment letter... from now on, Mr. Fang will be my superior."

Meng Chizheng took a look and couldn’t help but laugh: "Inspector of the Southeast Headquarters, this job really suits Fang Che’s character of hating evil as if it were a personal enemy."