Old friend?
Fang Yang's lips twitched slightly.
Watching Ye Qinghong, who obviously seemed a bit nervous, holding her sword.
He didn't know what to say for a moment.
Miscalculation!
An absolute miscalculation!
It seemed that this tragic love was too passionate, and it was not something this story could dispel.
So be it!
Everyone has their own fate!
No need to force anything.
Just stabilize the situation for now, relying on the efficacy of the Sun-Chaser Pill.
Having an additional senior disciple doesn't seem like a bad thing.
"Master, I... Is there any problem with what my old friend said?"
Ye Qinghong was holding her sword, visibly a bit nervous.
"I think, there is no problem," the master responded.
"However, I venture to guess that your old friend must share many similarities with you. One day, you could bring her over, and I could teach her swordplay."
"...Yes."
Ye Qinghong fell silent for a moment and nodded.
