He showed a smile on his face, looking very gratified.

"You should also keep some for yourself." Xue Fuxiao knew Dongfang Sansan’s temperament and worried he would give everything away, so he hurriedly reminded him.

"Right, I’ll keep a pound of each." Dongfang Sansan realized and said, "Just in case there’s a bottleneck loosening, just that one step away, I can come and collect a share. If it loosens and then gets stuck again, it would be too regrettable. Thanks for the reminder."

Xue Fuxiao was speechless: "I meant for you to drink it yourself!"

"Drinking these is of no use to me. It can only satisfy the desire of the palate."

Dongfang Sansan said, "Our high-level combat power lags so much behind others. If we can improve even a bit, we should."

Everyone sighed.

Someone’s eyes turned red.

Over at the Wei Wo Zheng Sect, for unknown reasons, they are blessed with many Heavenly Treasures and top-grade Spiritual Tea and Spirit Plants, which appear one after another. But over here on the Guardian Continent, compared to the other side, it’s really barren.

Ninth lord uses the limited resources carefully and continuously, like a tailor with miraculous hands, has been patching with insufficient resources for tens of thousands of years.

Thinking of the words Yan Nan said to Dongfang Sansan, everyone felt a bitterness in their hearts.

"You have only one weakness, a clever woman cannot cook without rice!"

This sentence, spoken by Yan Nan, left no one on the Guardian side who could refute it.

It’s like this high-end Spiritual Tea, though good, is still just tea.

It actually required Ninth lord to lower his pride and ask the other side for it!

Who would want to show weakness in front of an enemy? No one wants to do that, yet Ninth lord, with his supreme status, did so without hesitation.

Does Ninth lord not care about his face?

"You too!"

Dongfang Sansan turned to Yu Tianqi and said, "When you return, go into seclusion at the headquarters and recover quickly."

He smiled and said, "...still as high as the heavens!"

"Yes!"

Yu Tianqi took a deep breath: "I must recover!"

To not let down Ninth lord’s painstaking arrangements.

He didn’t say this out loud, but made up his mind silently.

Dongfang Sansan once again furrowed his brows, thought for a while, and said, "Yang Luoyu."

"Ninth lord."

"Upon returning, go to the Southeast and coordinate with the Southeast Guardian Headquarters; also, escort Fang Che back. Then personally collect all of Fang Che’s information and send it to me."

"Yes."

Yang Luoyu thought for a moment and said, "Ninth lord, should it be kept confidential?"

Dongfang Sansan’s eyes brightened slightly, this question was asked most appropriately.

After pondering for a moment, he said, "No need for confidentiality. A lot of Fang Che’s matters have been exposed during the Friendship Battle; if he’s not a spy, there’s nothing wrong with us checking it out. If he is a spy, our secrecy would only prompt the Wei Wo Zheng Sect to react accordingly."

"Just lay it out in the open."

He pondered and said, "But definitely be careful not to chill people’s hearts. It’s just an investigation, understand?"

"Understood!"

...

Fang Che woke up and returned to the cabin among everyone, Feng Xiangdong and others gathered around, beaming: "Did you get a private reward? Tell us, so we can all be happy."

Fang Che, still in a daze, said, "Just asked a few questions, didn’t really get any reward... and mainly because of my background and those foolish things I did before... sigh."

He sighed deeply, looking somewhat dejected.

"Uh..."

Feng Xiangdong and others all looked at each other, speechless.

This group of guys all had backgrounds, and naturally, the new teammate had to be investigated. They certainly knew about the deeds of ’Righteous Young Master Fang.’

But after interacting for a while, Fang Che’s way of handling things had won them over.

They increasingly felt that Fang Che was not the type of person rumored about.

In fact, the first day of drinking with Fang Che was somewhat to test his character; if Fang Che really had the personality of the ’Righteous Young Master Fang,’ that night wouldn’t have been so harmonious.

"Don’t worry, the pure are naturally pure."

Yuzhong Kuang patted Fang Che’s shoulder and said with a smile, "The brothers all believe in you."

Xue Wanren said, "If you ever need the brothers’ help, just say the word. Through knife mountains and fire seas, we’ll never hesitate!"

He said this very solemnly, very seriously.

The other thirty-four people simultaneously cast their gaze back and said in unison, "Brother Xue is right, if Boss Fang needs any help, the brothers are up to the task."

"It’s alright."

Fang Che faintly smiled: "The frivolous things done when poor always have their returns; now, here it comes. But I can handle it, no worries. You all rest assured."

On the other side.

Feng Guohai, Champion of the Emperor Level, walked over.

Feng Xiangdong hurriedly made way, nodding and bowing: "Uncle."

The two were four or five years apart but two generations; Feng Guohai was the youngest son of Feng Xiangdong’s grandfather, his direct uncle.

Feng Guohai glared at him and said, "Useless thing! Didn’t even make the top four, really lost face for our Feng family. Going back for special training!"

Feng Xiangdong lowered his head, not daring to speak.

His body trembled slightly.

Yuzhong Kuang, Xue Wanren, and others also obediently called him: "Uncle."

"A group of useless people!"

Feng Guohai put on an elder’s demeanor: "Seeing you all like this, I feel ashamed for you! How much resources did the family pour into you? And at the crucial moment, you all fell apart! Each of you like mud that can’t stick to the wall, dog meat that can’t make it to the table!"

"What else can you do? Incompetent at everything but eating without leaving scraps!"

All the participants hung their heads, like a flock of little quails, each one trembling.

"Each one of you just wait, when we return, it’ll be tough for you!" Feng Guohai scolded harshly.