Ren Dong stretched out his little hand to hold his brother’s hand, hanging his head as he followed beside Fang Che, his little braid bouncing.

Ye Meng listened and felt a bit sad, just about to say ’Things will get better later.’

Only to hear Fang Che sigh as well and say, "Actually, these kinds of thoughts are normal. Depending on the environment and situation, you think about certain things. For instance, your Brother Dong, Brother Qiu, and Brother Feng, actually their thoughts are quite similar to yours."

Immediately, Feng Xiangdong and the others became interested, wondering how we were similar to them?

So they all perked up their ears.

The little guys were, of course, even more curious: "How are Brother Qiu and the others similar to us?"

Fang Che said, "They’re also troubled. Troubled by what? Look at the streets full of people, besides men, there are women everywhere, yet not one of them is their wife. They can only be miserably single dogs... Wouldn’t you say that’s about the same?"

Ye Meng burst out laughing.

The slight sadness that had just risen floated off somewhere beyond the clouds.

Qiu Yunshang and the three others had faces lined with black lines.

Just knowing that nothing good would come from Boss Fang’s mouth, yet they still perked their ears to listen, only to be roasted up close.

Couldn’t stand it.

The little guys also broke into wide grins.

Fang Che holding Ye Meng’s hand said, "Actually, being a single dog has its perks. At least, life has gained quite a few conveniences."

"Such as?"

"For example, not having to wash bed sheets." Fang Che pointed with his lips, saying, "Look, like Dongyun Yu, if one side of the bed sheet is dirty, just flip it over and use the other side, it’s really simple and efficient."

Dongyun Yu angrily shouted, "I’ve only done it once!"

Fang Che said, "That’s because you’ve only slept on this bed for less than half a month."

A round of booming laughter erupted.

Soon, they arrived at the restaurant.

Ye Meng said, "You all go in first, I’ll buy a few books for the kids to read later."

Fang Che noticed that right next to the restaurant, there was unexpectedly a large bookstore.

Looked at the name.

"Wenxin Moxiang Bookstore"

Wow, this name is very literary.

The bookstore bustled constantly with people coming in and out; business was booming. Amazingly, quite a few people were Jianghu People, with swords and sabers, looking fierce.

These rowdy folks actually come to this bookstore to buy books?

Became interested and said, "Let’s all stroll in together. They might not know how to read, let’s see if there are any suitable beginner books. Might as well, check if there’s anything else. Maybe, buy something to read ourselves, since sometimes it’s quite boring when idle."

So everyone responded and entered the bookstore together.

Upon entering the entrance, they saw the vast space inside filled with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, dozens in total.

All full of books.

Astronomy, geography, the Three Sects and Nine Streams, historical humanities, legends and biographies, unofficial histories and miscellaneous notes, all kinds of stories, everything imaginable.

Truly all-encompassing, everything you’ve ever wanted!

"This bookstore is huge!"

Ye Meng took several children to select the books needed by kids; she was quite serious in this regard.

Because she understood deeply, owning these truly gave them the capital to open their worldview.

As a seed brought into the Dark Hall training from an early age, Ye Meng had indescribable yearning for these things as a child.

Yet all these were things she never had.

Every day endured grueling training, rigorous assessments, and adapting to various scenarios and situations.

Endless tests.

Therefore, Ye Meng didn’t want the little guys to be raised the same way, although some things Ye Meng would do even stricter than the Dark Hall; yet she insisted on giving the children some... things children should have!

Such as innocence, such as childlike fun, such as... some comic books, some toys.

Like some laughter.

She believed she could be absolutely strict and absolutely able to teach the children well. But didn’t want to train them to be just like herself, thinking of those instructors of the past, only feeling fear with no closeness.

So she carefully chose books for the few little ones. Suitable for boys, suitable for girls, suitable for righteous and vengeful characters, and also for cautious personalities, picking some strategic books.

After a round of selection, each child held seven or eight books in their arms.

Ren Dong hugged the books, pressed her little face against them, greedily inhaled the ink fragrance, her small face filled with happiness, eyes curved into crescents.

This was her long-cherished dream.

Now, it’s fulfilled.

The children were filled with joy.

But Fang Che and the others felt a bit restless; as they walked deeper, they realized that surrounding them were about ten massive bookshelves filled with the same books.

"Conquer the World!"

It was evident this book sold the fastest; people constantly came, grabbing one from each bookshelf, completing a set, then carrying it to the entrance to checkout.

The owner’s voice continuously echoed cheerfully: "Five hundred taels!"

"Five hundred taels!"

"Yes, this set is five hundred taels."

Fang Che looked at each other feeling like dreaming.

When did "Conquer the World" become so rampant?

Even at the Southeast Headquarters, the Guardian and at least three-quarters had yet to see this set of books. Each still begged everyone they knew to borrow.

Here unexpectedly had loads of bookshelves publicly selling.

Moreover, these bookshelves were almost sold out.

A few attendants were bustling around holding books to restock the empty spaces, filling them all up.

All "Conquer the World!"

Once again, the bookshelves were brimming.