Monarch Night

"Hmm."

"Life... what everyone shows to the world is always bright and shiny; but in private, the difficulties and pains... swallowed with a glass of wine, silently chewed and digested in the middle of the night... it’s not easy."

Ye Meng suddenly recalled the tear at the corner of Fang Che’s eye in the morning, and felt a tremor in his heart.

Do you also have so many difficulties and pains?

But you don’t even tell me.

...

Mu Lin Yuan had been staying at the inn for four days, feeling as if each day was as long as a year.

The news had already reached Fang Che, but Fang Che was busy to death.

Moreover, with people like Xue Fuxiao and Qinglong Saber in Baixiang Continent, Fang Che didn’t dare to make a move.

And Mu Lin Yuan dared even less to move.

He could only wait in suffering.

Finally, he felt the atmosphere in Baixiang Continent becoming more relaxed.

That night, Fang Che sent a message for the two to meet outside the inn at a small wine shop.

Mu Lin Yuan finally relaxed.

In the evening, the two sat across from each other in the wine shop and had a drink. Fang Che simply did not disguise himself.

Because in Baixiang Continent, there are too many experts, and he was the center of attention, with countless divine thoughts entangled around him.

Disguising himself now would not fool anyone, so he stayed open and aboveboard.

This, however, frightened Mu Lin Yuan quite a bit.

"Why didn’t you disguise yourself? It’s too risky."

"You’re not in your original appearance now, so what are you afraid of? Can’t I have a few friends?"

Fang Che comforted him through sound transmission.

"The stuff is here."

Mu Lin Yuan pushed a package over, and Fang Che didn’t even look at it, directly putting it into his Space Ring.

It was only until now that Mu Lin Yuan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally, it safely reached Fang Che’s hands, which was not easy at all.

"There’s a letter inside for you, detailing how to proceed. Check it out when you get a chance."

Mu Lin Yuan transmitted the message.

"Alright."

Fang Che laughed heartily and said, "It’s not been easy in Baixiang Continent lately, has it?"

This was no longer a transmission but a return to normal conversation.

Mu Lin Yuan sighed, smiling bitterly: "Every day is anxious... why kill so many people in Baixiang Continent..."

"Come, have a drink."

"Alright."

The two exchanged cups and started telling jokes.

During this time, some people came into the wine shop and were startled to see Fang Tu there.

But then they realized that Fang Tu was just like them, had friends, and went out for drinks, which made him even more relatable.

Many people kept their ears open, listening to Fang Che’s jokes and stories of Jianghu, and involuntarily laughed quietly to themselves.

Fang Che laughed and scolded, "You guys, if you want to listen, just listen, if you want to laugh, just laugh, don’t sneak around eavesdropping, or I’ll catch you as spies."

Laughter erupted.

Everyone felt more relaxed and started having fun.

They all felt that today’s drink was truly worth it.

Fang Che simply stood up, raised a glass of wine: "I know everyone wants to toast, let’s skip that. I’ll toast to everyone; let’s consider all debts settled. Let’s have a toast, after all, life in Jianghu is tough for everyone... I hope you all walk the Righteous path, make fortunes, be good people, transmute misfortune to fortune, and turn danger into safety!"

"Cheers!"

Suddenly, everyone in the wine shop stood up: "Thank you, Captain Fang! Cheers!"

With a glass of wine down, everyone’s emotions rose.

Some people, as they sat down, had moist eyes.

’Life in Jianghu is tough for everyone,’ they’ve heard these words not just a thousand times but at least eight thousand.

But somehow, hearing Captain Fang say it today, it stirred a vague bitterness and feeling inside everyone.

It’s really not easy at all.

A cheer arose, "Well said, Fang Che, you’re in quite the artistic mood today."

With these words, a white shadow floated in, entering the wine shop.

Fang Che was shocked; it was Xue Fuxiao who arrived.

He quickly stood up: "Lord Xue! What brings you here?"

These words silenced the entire wine shop.

Across the table, Mu Lin Yuan started trembling all over, his face ashen.

This was uncontrollable fear.

No matter how great the Bingche Spirit Platform, it couldn’t stabilize the current Spirit Platform.

"I just returned from outside the city and felt a familiar divine thought fluctuation below, so I curiously came down to take a look, and sure enough, it’s you."

Xue Fuxiao casually pulled up a chair beside the table and sat down, asking: "Who’s this?"

He nonchalantly picked up a pair of chopsticks.

Mu Lin Yuan went limp, his legs turning to jelly, almost kneeling: "Lord... Lord Xue..."

Fang Che remained calm and scolded Mu Lin Yuan: "Pull yourself together!"

Then he said to Xue Fuxiao: "He’s an informant of mine in Baixiang Continent."

Mu Lin Yuan was pulled back from his blank state by Fang Che’s words, barely managing to stay on his feet.

Xue Fuxiao was curious: "An informant? Oh; are you meeting up?"

Mu Lin Yuan shivered: "Yes, yes... meeting up..."

He almost spilled the truth. The pressure was too heavy...

Fang Che smiled wryly: "Lord Xue, you’ve scared us... I was just planning to leave tomorrow, wanted to come out and say goodbye tonight... You..."

Xue Fuxiao laughed heartily, glancing around, seeing everyone in the shop still stunned as if they had seen an immortal.

He shook his head and laughed: "This is your fault; why shout like that? It spoiled my drink."

Disgruntled, he stood up, saying: "I’m leaving, what a mood killer. You should return early and stay safe."