Monarch Night

"Ying’er, what brings you here this time?" Ye Meng asked slyly, pretending not to know.

She clearly understood Zhao Ying’er’s purpose for being here.

"I’ve been assigned here as the Deputy of Internal Affairs..."

Zhao Ying’er said, a little shy: "Only after arriving here did I find out it’s your territory, serving as Deputy of Internal Affairs for Mr. Fang, and the chief is you, Sister Ye Meng... That’s really great."

She playfully stepped back and performed a workplace etiquette bow: "Subordinate Zhao Ying’er greets Lord Ye Meng, and hopes to be taken care of under your command."

Ye Meng burst into laughter: "I heard there would be someone parachuting into the Deputy of Internal Affairs position, but I didn’t expect it to be you... hahaha, that’s wonderful. With you covering for me, I can rest at ease."

"Hehehe..."

"From now on, you pick up the slack when I can’t work, and you help me with the stress I can’t bear. Sisters united, and together we can break metal."

"Little sister will certainly work hard for Sister Ye Meng, ensuring that she won’t have to worry."

"Mm... that’s perfect..."

The two affectionately finished discussing work.

Fang Che had also finished examining the nine little fellows.

Indeed, they were all Martial Artists. Even Ren Chun had become a Second Grade Martial Disciple.

And their qualifications were a big leap forward compared to when he left Donghu.

If they were to assess qualifications now, figures like Ren Chun, Ren Dong, Ren Ao, and Ren Lang would be qualified for A levels.

This would be considered quite good qualifications across the whole Continent.

You know, Baiyun Martial Academy has many students, but most are just B or higher C levels.

In the face of true talented qualifications, naturally they are still small fry, but compared to ordinary people, they have completed a great transformation from fish leaping over the dragon gate!

"Zhao Internal Affairs."

Fang Che cleared his throat and asked, "What did you feed the little guys?"

He truly didn’t know how to address her.

Call her ’Ying’er’? That’s too intimate. With Ye Meng nearby, the jealousy would explode on the spot.

Call her ’Steward Zhao’? She’s not a Deacon anymore.

Fang Che could only address her by her job title.

Hearing Fang Che speak to her, Zhao Ying’er immediately turned around, smiling sweetly, and said: "Just a bit of leftover Holy Spirit Spring Water from my healing, each had a sip, just enough for everyone to have a taste."

Poor Fang Che, utterly clueless about what Zhao Ying’er referred to as ’Holy Spirit Spring Water’, just sensibly nodded: "Very effective in enhancing qualifications."

"Not bad at all." Zhao Ying’er laughed: "Mainly because they are young, their innate talent hasn’t set in, thus creating the effect of enhanced qualifications. If they were older by a few years, it would probably be of no use."

"Things are great now."

Fang Che felt a little pleased.

Watching the nine little fellows transform like butterflies emerging from cocoons.

Slowly they unfold the brilliance of their lives, giving Fang Che a true sense of achievement.

Once they enter the door as Martial Artists, their future progression essentially changes day by day.

Fang Che thought back to himself, as if seeing the future of these little guys.

"Not bad! Very good!"

Fang Che patted Little Ren Dong’s little head.

The little girl squinted her eyes, basking in enjoyment, rubbing her pigtails against Fang Che’s hand, like a lively, warm little kitten.

With the conversation, Fang Che had Ren Chun and others continue training.

Just after the leap in qualifications, this period is extremely crucial, needing to exploit the body from the outside to the inside and back out again, not a single moment can be relaxed.

Therefore, Fang Che didn’t hesitate to set a harsh training plan.

Starting tonight.

Must complete this plan to squeeze out another level of qualification from the little guys!

Then he went to the room with Ye Meng and Zhao Ying’er.

Talking about the old days on Baiyun State felt like a dream to them.

By the way, Fang Che expressed his gratitude for Zhao Ying’er’s life-saving act back then; such a grace is too great, simple words of thanks aren’t sufficient.

But saying them is necessary.

Because if you don’t say them, others will feel uncomfortable.

Therefore, no matter what, the formalities must be done, and as for future matters, everyone knows in their hearts. After all, now under the same unit, under the same roof, sharing the same pot for a while, there will be plenty of opportunities.

At night, they welcomed Zhao Ying’er, naturally with Ye Meng as the guest of honor.

The others were out on missions, so Fang Che simply didn’t call anyone, Old Man Shen, Zhao Shanhe, etc...

To the side they went.

These old fellows are quite mischievous, each wanting to watch a spectacle, but Fang Che didn’t intend to give them any chance!

...

Outside, the little fellows were sweating in the autumn wind.

In the air.

Thief Sikong Dou sighing silently as he went away.

This step-by-step mistake.

Watching the little fellows reach A level qualifications, if he drags his feet any longer, they simply won’t need him.

This situation!

At this point, Sikong Dou finds himself speechless.

Failed to seize the opportunity to mend a broken situation, ended up offending people, now he has to desperately strive for a mere embellishing chance...

Sikong Dou, you have to be a fool!

Tonight Fang Che was welcoming Zhao Ying’er to Jinxiu Pavilion, probably his last chance.

Otherwise... truly no way to make up for it.

That night, Fang Che arranged the homework for the little guys.

Let Ren Chun supervise.

No need to worry about food.

Then went out with the two women.

Arriving at the entrance of Jinxiu Pavilion, he suddenly paused.

Because...

A person greeted them warmly: "Captain Fang? Truly a pleasure."

This person was small and dry.

With a fawning smile.