And yet, her father had agreed without hesitation.
This turn of events made her bright eyes blink in succession, a hint of confusion in her gaze.
"I'm here. You don't have to worry about a thing," Fang Yang said, his words a mix of coaxing, deception, and even a little force.
A leopard can't change its spots.
Even though his heart had made room for Sen Hui, Fang Yang still fell back on his old tricks, layering them over his sincerity.
Under this barrage of tactics, Sen Hui felt her head spin.
In her relaxed state, she eventually closed her eyes. The corners of her mouth curved up slightly as she drifted off into a peaceful sleep in Fang Yang's arms.
...…...
「The next morning.」
Han Wu the Sub-Venerable arrived at the Bai Zhi Dojo, carrying an invitation with him.
Han Wu's expression was calm.
"Ah Yang, Muri Guang Huang and the others have never fought you before."
